"We might not hold on until you get here."
Kemp could hear the approaching footsteps, but more importantly, he could clearly sense the surge of Ether. A Condenser was getting closer, along with some weaker etheric reactions belonging to those lethal Alchemy Armaments.
With the arrival of the Gray Trade Association, a large amount of Alchemy Armament flooded the market, arming these thugs to the teeth.
"Don't give up, you're very close to the Great Rift; the rescue team is heading towards you," Yas said.
"The Great Rift?"
Kemp quickly surveyed the surroundings. The two unlucky souls weren't exactly in the Great Rift but at the edge where it bordered the surface. Mist drifted here, and there were twisted and malformed buildings, marking this place as the transitional zone between the Great Rift and Opus.
The Fourth Group?
