Ema and her rogues continued to move.

There was a bridge in front of them, made of stone and somewhat old, but it was still intact—albeit barely.

Grass grew down the sides, and some of the stones appeared to be partially removed.

However, it had become their only opportunity. Then it was decided: "Astor, you go first," Ema said.

"Don't completely trust any of the sides of the bridge until you've put your full weight on each one to see if they're going to collapse on you.

"He nodded, gently exiting the bridge, too scared to make much noise.

The rest of them waited with held breath as he took...