“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!

staggered to the base of the towering wall, his resolve on

being trembled with instability, and the

blood oozed persistently from his mouth and

a storm of hefty bolts from the fortress walls. Each ballista packed formidable power and had the potential to inflict

skillfully evaded the approaching projectiles. The bolts struck their target,

earth, and the remaining half protruded, generating a reverberating

your mind? I’m the Chief Guildmaster of

eyes and see clearly!” Reagan roared angrily

their weapons and directing them at

toward Reagan beneath the wall, poised to

Open the gates now, or none of you will be spared!” Reagan continued to bellow,

wondered what these

chilling, resolute voice echoed from behind. Dustin

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