The Crest carved through the wall, step by step with their beasts tearing gaps wide enough to drive them forward. But for every shambler that fell, two more clawed upward from the fissure's edges.
Kelvin gritted his teeth and said. "We will drown if we stay in the swarm!" "Then go for the fissure!" Darius bellowed.
They broke into a sprint with their beasts clearing the path. Kelvin's lance blazed, cutting through the dark fog. He drove it through a shambler's chest, twisted free and then leapt over a fallen corpse.
Xerion dove with him, will folding and its jaws were snapping around a crawler that leapt for Kelvin's back.
Lyra stumbled, with her foot dashing on a root. A shambler lunged for her throat. Salaris screeched, slamming into the creature midair and tearing its head free in a spray of black blood.
"Stay with me!" Lyra said with her voice breaking, but her legs kept moving. They were thirty paces from the fissure when the ground split again.
