The darkness still enveloped everything.
Yet now it was more than just the absence of light.
It was a pressure that continued to rise.
As if the very space itself was beginning to reject their presence.
Adrian Blackwood stood amidst the clash.
His breathing was steady.
But heavier than before.
His eyes remained sharp.
Locked onto a single point.
Before him, Marcus Sterling did not move.
He simply waited.
As if all the chaos surrounding them was irrelevant.
"Your time is running out," Marcus said softly.
Adrian did not answer.
But he took one step forward.
Short.
Yet filled with meaning.
The attack came.
Fast.
Direct.
Marcus blocked it.
A loud impact echoed.
Resonating through the dark space.
On the other side.
Leonard Graves was starting to run out of room.
The number of enemies did not decrease.
It only grew.
He evaded.
Blocked.
Countered.
But the pressure was becoming increasingly felt.
"We need to get out now," he said through his device.
Above.
