Their eyes remained locked as the other participants moved across the battlefield. The sound of water splashing, moving in waves and boats creaking filled the air as they regrouped.
Those whose original teams were still intact, found each other with sighs of relief. While others, having lost their companions, sought new allies.
Throughout, discussion was rampant. The conversation was mostly about what had just occurred.
Normally, one would have to kill a beast and if lucky, they could be granted an Echo — a spiritual manifestation of the beast made physical. But the silver haired boy had just corrupted one that was still alive, turning it to a loyal soldier without making it an Echo first.
It was fascinating.
Besides that, there was an unspoken understanding that the remaining few of them in this Corridor needed each other to survive. So the subtle tension was still there.
