Rita ran at full speed, pushing one player after another out of the sighs that had trapped them.
But at one moment, when she glanced back to check if everyone was still moving, her gaze froze. In the distance, she saw Beacon.
Starsea's Deceitful Bloom stood there, her hands raised to cover her eyes, as if shielding herself from reality. Her Vine had grown thick, coiling protectively around her, preventing anyone from getting close. One careless player passing by nearly got pulled off the Bridge of Sighs.
Rita immediately pivoted, weaving through the crowd, rushing toward Beacon.
The Bridge of Sighs had its limitations. This path to the past didn't allow for movement skills. It was riddled with temporal anchors from countless eras; any attempt to teleport would result in disorientation.
Players from Quiet Mountain didn't encounter such problems. Their hearts, repeatedly tested and twisted by demonic games, were already ruins, unafraid of confrontation.
