The time moved forward, waiting for no one. Each tick and tack of the invisible clock made every guild in the meadow feel that death's grip on their necks was tightening, inch by inch.
The meadow that was once filled with excitement now felt like a graveyard. No one dared to speak loudly. No one dared to breathe too hard. The tension was thick enough to cut through.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Roxy asked for what felt like the hundredth time. Her voice wavered as her eyes darted between Ren and the distant figure of Gorm the Destroyer.
Sumeri, standing beside her, sighed. "It might."
Frankly, she wasn't confident either. Ren's plan sounded good in theory—but theories didn't survive long against something with a boss like that. Still, she had noticed a few possible loopholes herself. Maybe, just maybe, Ren was right.
