Two men dangled from the edge of the platform, one of them gripping for dear life while his other hand clutched the arm of the old man below him.
Trey gritted his teeth, the weight of the old man making it impossible for him to pull himself up.
"What the… hell… why are you so heavy?!" Trey shouted, though his voice was immediately drowned out by the explosions rocking the floating platform.
He could let go of the miner to save himself—but Trey wasn't that kind of person. If there were people he could save, he would. Of course, it depended on the situation—he wouldn't hesitate to let an enemy die if given the chance.
Bach, the miner, wasn't his enemy. He was a strange old man linked to that mysterious lunatic. And after everything they had been through on their way to the Spire, Trey already considered him a friend.
"Come on! Just wake up!" Trey shouted again, his pitiful eyes darting toward the unconscious old man.
