The floating islands grew smaller as they continued deeper into the Ruin. If before they were large pieces of land now they were nothing more than narrow platforms of broken stone, barely wide enough for the group to move across safely. Every few seconds, another fragment broke away and disappeared into the endless darkness below.
Despite the unstable terrain, Samuel kept ordering everyone forward. "Keep moving! Don't stop!" He said it a dozen times already.
The group fought their way across the collapsing islands, but the monsters only became more numerous. They emerged from ruined buildings, crawled out from beneath broken roads, leaped between floating islands with frightening ease.
They moved as if the Ruin belonged to them. Not like Clyde and the others, who had entered this world only moments ago, these creatures knew every corner of the dying landscape.
