For thirty minutes, the group heard no screams, no footsteps, no monsters or humans grinding against the wall; there was none of that. Nothing interrupted their march towards finding the safe zone.
Nova led, his daggers clenched in his hands, his leg wound stiff but feasible enough to walk. The yellow mana crystal he had absorbed soothed the pain slightly, just enough, but not good enough for him to ease through his walking.
Elesch walked beside him, her rapier clenched in her hands as well, though not in a steady position. Her ribs still ached with every twitch of muscle and every inhale and exhale she took.
Adam still cracked weak jokes to break through the tension, while Zane and Michael scanned the rear, with the other trio, who had just noticed on guard as well, holding tightly onto their weapons.
