The sand pulled Solstice inward while he pulled outward. Both forces reached an equilibrium, which kept Godfrey in the same place, enough for the stones to keep breaking him down and once he was down, both him and Solstice would be buried.
Two birds with one stone.
How many would have died if he hadn't stepped into this dungeon? It almost felt as if he was being punished for stepping up.
But even if he had not, he would still bear the burden. A collapsing world meant his future would be cut off.
There was no option. None at all. And this wasn't a fair fight. One blow was enough to fatally wound a demigod. The elements themselves were fighting against him.
How could he fight that?!
At this moment, Godfrey felt helpless. Hope slipped out of his grasp. More of his knights were sinking into the sand. Dirge had lost almost all her shadow wraiths, and they couldn't be revived like always.
Everything he had worked for could be lost here, including his life, his friend and Isolde.
