Unas tread water at the surface, his eyes fixed on the south.
A thin, grayish-white line stretching between the sea and the sky blocked the bay's exit.
"Chieftain..." A Centurion swam to his side, his tentacles coiling anxiously. "We... we can't get out."
The nearly one thousand Warriors surrounding him also stared at the distant barrier. Unrest spread through their ranks, and their whispers merged into a low hum.
'We're surrounded.'
The thought flashed through Unas's mind as he rapidly weighed the situation.
He glanced at the mine pit behind him.
'To continue digging, force a tunnel through, and claim the vein of ore'—the temptation was immense. It also aligned with his creed of always forging ahead in battle.
However, the risk of having their escape route cut off and being trapped here to die was just as great.
'Should I go all in, or play it safe and open up an escape route first?'
He snorted. 'So what if we're surrounded!'
