Damon could feel his heart pounding against his chest as the movements of the creature deep in the chasm sent tremors through the world. The air grew heavy, and as the monstrous entity began to raise its head, the very atmosphere churned.
In that instant, Damon knew—if that thing set its sights upon them, they would die.
There was no time to contemplate its rank or origin. Whatever it was, it was far beyond their capabilities.
All he could do was grab his party and run across the old rope bridge.
However, their escape felt futile. They had originally made it more than halfway across, the exit within sight—but now, the bridge seemed to stretch farther and farther away with every desperate step they took.
A visceral sense of horror gripped Damon. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to think past his terror. His gaze snapped to Xander.
"Use your magic! Make us lighter!"
