Third person's POV
The sight of Ashley disappearing into that merciless crack sent fear ripping through the warriors like a cold blade, each one frozen for a heartbeat as they relived the nightmare of seeing their fellow pack members vanish one after another. Faces they knew—friends they'd shared meals with, trained beside—gone in seconds, screams echoing then silenced forever. It wasn't just loss; it was the gut-wrenching realization that any of them could be next, that the ground they trusted was turning traitor.
Victory? It seemed like a cruel joke now, slipping further away with every split in the earth, every creature that lunged without tiring. One warrior, an older fighter with scars from past battles, clenched his jaw and swung his claws harder, but inside, despair clawed at him
