“Almost there! Just a little further!”

Fueled by survival instincts, Reagan sprinted desperately ahead, leaving a trail of blood and vomit.

There was no indication of him slowing down. In a frenzied sprint, he eventually glimpsed the towering walls of the base.

He understood that once he passed those walls, safety awaited him. The base held the promise of an antidote among its stockpile of elixirs and remedies.

A spark of hope lingered, and the prospect of survival felt attainable.

“Open the gates! Hurry, open the gates!

to the base of the towering wall, his resolve on

being trembled with instability, and the toll of

oozed persistently from

hefty bolts from the fortress walls. Each ballista packed formidable power and

evaded the approaching projectiles. The bolts struck their target, lodging themselves a yard and

the bolt’s shaft in the earth, and the remaining

lost your mind? I’m the Chief Guildmaster of the

see clearly!” Reagan roared

unresponsive, brandishing their weapons

into action-cannons and barrels all aligned toward Reagan beneath the wall,

you not recognize me? Open the gates now, or none of you will be spared!” Reagan continued to bellow, initially hopeful for rescue, only to find himself barred

what these people

a swift end!” A chilling, resolute voice echoed from behind. Dustin and his companions had caught up, blocking Reagan’s path

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