Ingress crosses the bridge, and while the shadows draw in and her borrowed torch dims, it does not go out.
On the other side, she finds herself by the lake again. There are clouds in the sky, dark gray against black, and she shivers.
Where's Megwyn? She should be with Ingress. But she hasn't been able to find her all this time. She thought the butterflies would lead her on, but they aren't in sight either.
As she looks around, she hears a strange, rasping flutter above her. It is most decidedly not a butterfly. She looks up, and from those looming clouds burst bat-like monsters. Some are large, some are small. They descend on her, shrieking, as she fumbles for her sword. Her fingers are slippery. They can't get a grip on the hilt. And the monsters are coming!
Re: Not all is as it seems
On the other side, she finds herself by the lake again. There are clouds in the sky, dark gray against black, and she shivers.
Where's Megwyn? She should be with Ingress. But she hasn't been able to find her all this time. She thought the butterflies would lead her on, but they aren't in sight either.
As she looks around, she hears a strange, rasping flutter above her. It is most decidedly not a butterfly. She looks up, and from those looming clouds burst bat-like monsters. Some are large, some are small. They descend on her, shrieking, as she fumbles for her sword. Her fingers are slippery. They can't get a grip on the hilt. And the monsters are coming!