Xian Xi
I watch as a group of four men slam a hole into the wall.
My nerves are still tingly from all the lightning I conjured.
With every thrust of the boulder, my doubts thicken.
It all feels too easy.
The wall begins to crack, faintly at first, splitting along a jagged line.
My breath hitches as the crack reveals the world beyond.
Looking around, teary eyes gaze at the crack with hope.
I can only imagine their happiness.
"How many people are with us?" I ask.
Kross looks at the queue, his brow arched as he contemplates.
"72 of them refused to come, so I believe that leaves the rest".
Everyone is entitled to a choice, so be it.
Then, the stone wall crumbles with one final thrust of the boulder.
The floor rattles from the impact, causing everyone to jerk.
Gasps tear across the room. Arcane clutches my shoulder tighter.
We all watch, too shocked to even breath.
The men who had been carrying the boulder set it down loudly with sighs of exhaustion.
