After an hour of crawling through sealed corridors and hitting warded dead ends at every turn, Revan had circled back to the one place in the facility that even an idiot would recognize as important.
"Willing or not, my only way out is through these grand gates," Revan sneered.
During his search of the perimeter, Revan had attempted to scale the steep cliffs surrounding the facility. But what he saw from the top made his knees go weak.
The entire area was encircled by a colossal sandstorm of impossible violence, a wall of churning grit and howling wind that cut them off from the rest of the world.
"It felt impossible for anyone to get in or out of here without teleporting," Revan muttered.
"Then again, it's just a hypothesis. Maybe the people here know a specific trick to bypass it — or perhaps, the bastard inside actually has a god-tier mage on his payroll? Well, considering how my life has gone, nothing is impossible."
