"Let's go! I have to escort you to safety!"
Gaspar pushed forward through the chaos with his sword already stained dark as he carved a narrow path away from the battlefield. The roars of the beasts thundered behind them while shaking the ground with every heavy step.
He didn't slow down even when the screeches grew closer and only barked sharp orders for the healers to keep up.
Arctelle followed, though his steps faltered again and again as his gaze kept drifting backward.
There is smoke, blood, and flashes of steel filled his vision along with his people who are still there, tangled in the fray while executing the plan meant to separate Soren from the unit.
The sight made his jaw clench.
"Sir, you don't have to worry about us," Arctelle protested with his strained voice as he suddenly grabbed Soren's wrist to pull him closer.
