The river's flow was accelerating, leading straight to a towering waterfall. The drop was dangerously deep—far beyond anything Beebot could handle. If they went over the edge, it would be a disaster. The golem wouldn't survive the impact, and neither would they.
But jumping off and fighting on foot wasn't an option either. The sheer number of pursuing monsters meant they'd be overwhelmed in moments. Someone would die. And that wasn't an acceptable outcome.
Broken's mind raced, scanning the area desperately for a way out. His eyes darted to the towering riverbanks on both sides, their heights making it impossible to see what lay beyond.
Think. Think. Think!
He had never imagined that, even with a crew of this size, they would struggle so much against a pack of normal monsters—especially when Zepy had spotted even stronger ones from above.
Then, his gaze locked onto something.
A cluster of massive boulders sat precariously at the edge of the upper riverbank.
