Erika turned to Reaper, her voice laced with raw urgency, the fear of oblivion palpable.
"What way?! What way? How can we survive this?!"
Reaper's gaze, a stark contrast to the chaos around them, was warm, almost serene.
"**Just survive, My Queen.**" His voice, though calm, held a weight of unspoken sacrifice. He began circling the group, a blur of motion, weaving a golden, shimmering shield around them. The air crackled with his power, a tangible barrier against the encroaching darkness.
"What are you doing?!" Jennifer yelled, her hands instinctively shielding her eyes from the sudden, violent winds that whipped around them. "This wind... it's like a hurricane!"
"Such strong wind, everyone... Hold on!" Tyson bellowed, his voice strained against the rising tempest. He braced himself, feeling the pressure of the impending doom.
Robert, watched the encroaching dome, the [Void Extinction], a crimson and obsidian dome, drawing closer with terrifying speed.
