"Slow down!"
Rory was dragged along by Gina, barreling straight into the dense crowd. Her hair was tossed into a disheveled mess from all the jostling.
She stole a glance back over her shoulder, only letting out a sigh of relief when she saw Vincent and the others hovering close by. It wasn't that she was afraid of getting separated; she was just worried that if they lost her in the surge, they would panic.
Lola was faring no better, looking quite disheveled herself. The delicate hair ornament she had been wearing had fallen off somewhere in the fray.
Gina was in a similar state, yet despite the overwhelming crush of people, the crowd moved smoothly, with no sign of a stampede.
Before long, the group reached the radiant beam of divine light.
