Elliot knew it. Death was behind him, knocking on his door, and it wasn't going to wait for him to open it. It would break it down to get him.
He had already used up almost all his tricks. His book, the summons, the trees... There were no trees left nearby.
In front of them stood only a huge mountain, imposing and powerful, mocking them. The rocks and overgrown brush told them that they would soon die, but that even the dry leaves on the nearby trees would see tomorrow, while they would not. Everything seemed to conspire to tell them of their imminent death.
But Elliot wasn't going to give up.
Not so easily.
He had come this far, longing for this moment. Perhaps other people, any awakened ones, could easily give up in the face of such adversity, because how could they possibly defeat a Rank A beast when they had almost died fighting Rank D beasts?
