They turned south.
For half a breath, the range was quiet. The evacuation horns had stopped. The monsters had all moved past. The only sound was wind across stone.
Then the mountain stood up.
Rivers shifted. Valleys buckled. The entire face of the range slid sideways as something enormous rearranged the ground beneath it.
There was no warning.
One moment the range was a range, peaks and ridges and the familiar silhouette that Kaiden and every member of his team had been climbing and fighting across for weeks. The next, the peak they had used as a navigational reference for the entire competition, detached from the range.
It stood, and the scale refused to fit inside Kaiden's head.
