The air outside the room was thick with some sort of smoke and the remnants of everyone else's panic.
I couldn't even let myself be fully relieved that everyone was safe before Valden and Joren were dragging me through the familiar narrow path, their grips unyielding. Joren jogged a bit faster than normal all the while clutching the strange radio thing like it was his lifeline.
As we entered the hallway from the narrow exit, I realised that everywhere we turned, there was pure unbridled chaos. People running and shouting orders and dragging wounded through the narrow corridors.
"What's happening?" I demanded, trying to match their pace. "Was it Darek? Was he here?"
"Not now, Maeve," Valden snapped, his voice clear but strained. "We need to move fast."
"That's exactly why I'm asking!"
