At the other side of the yellow swirling portal, the province of Hollowcreek chirped with birds and wailed with winds.
Led by the silent and graceful Messenger, Elara and the anxious but adorned Duke, Ithalan, the twenty Heroes of Evernia moved like a fortress of light and metal toward the A-Ranked Gate World.
Master Omares walked near the front, his midnight-blue robes sweeping over the damp mulch. He had his platinum eyes fixed on the Duke's back, thoughts in his head.
"How long is left until the Gate breaks and the beasts inside pour into our world?" Nessa thought to ask.
"Less than 20 hours," Elara replied, looking slightly over shoulder.
"Will that be enough time for us to clear an A-Ranked Gate World?" Deron questioned.
"Of course it is!" Aethelstan snapped, not even looking his way. "If the Heroes of Evernia aren't able to do it. Then who else?"
Everyone felt silent then. But it did not take too long for Omares to speak, his words directed at the Duke.
