The temporal amber kept moving forward, rising above their knees and reaching for their waists. Greg could feel the cold stuff getting harder around his legs, which made it even more difficult to move.
His broken arm guard was heavy and useless, always reminding him that he had failed to protect everyone. "Fuck... this is even worse than the Sunken Citadel..."
"I can't do any shit... all my stuff is gone just like that..."
"Even if I didn't have any weapons, the results would still be the same..."
"...am I always destined to fail?" Greg starts to feel the desperation in his mind and, even worse, his mentality.
Lylia fought against the amber, her face twisted with anger and frustration. The fight with Agatha had brought back old wounds and doubts she thought she had put to rest.
