William stood at the precipice of the ridge, his dark golden spirit form flickering like a dying star against the oppressive, sunless sky of this monster realm.
The realisation hit him with the force of a fierce blow: he hadn't merely stumbled into a prepared trap. This wasn't a temporary ambush set specifically for him. This was the natural, terrifying infrastructure of the monster tide. This was the factory floor of a large-scale apocalypse, but there was something he didn't get.
As he looked down at the recurring geometry of the terrain, the physics of the invasion became clear. He understood now why the Scarlet Bears always emerged from the gates in his world with such terrifying velocity and unstoppable momentum. They weren't just stepping through a door; they were being poured down a funnel.
