Time for Departure, Folks!
“We must hurry, Marco!” Aily stated. Her voice sounded panicking. Not only from the troops climbing the tower, but also from the risk of falling again. Her trauma has yet to recover.
“I concur with her. It’s no longer safe for us to be here,” Nina added. “We cannot fight them off. There’s too many of them.”
“Yeah... let us hurry, Marco. I believe Sean w-will be alright,” Scias agreed, too. “We must go to the East Tower through the central palace.”
“Hm. Come on!”
Just when they’re about to run towards the palace, Queaz jumps unto their path, preventing them from going.
“Where do you folks think you’re going?” he asked casually, though his gaze does not share the same manner.
“Mr. Queaz, we’re escaping this instant! Don’t get in our way!” Aily shouted.
“Escape? To where?” he asked. “If you’re pointing out to go there...” Queaz pointed with his thumb to the palace. “...then you’re simply jumping into the death’s door.”