Giving Up
It was such a chaotic 4 hours for the acolytes and survivors alike, and the first Spatial Gate jump for the Platoon 3's convoy was finally finished.
As soon as Emery walked out of the Spatial Gate and stepped his feet at the east coast of the continent, he was immediately greeted by the sight of a seemingly endless amount of people moving eastward towards the narrow corridor that existed between the seas.
The scene wasn't desolate to sound, as one would expect from gathering such a number. Many cried and sobbed, terrified by what they had just experienced. After all, running across an active battlefield was not a pleasant memory to have, especially when one saw thousands of gruesome corpses and witnessed those they knew die before their very eyes.
Emery saw Klea was fighting in the air together with Gerri as well as a dozen other acolytes. The group worked in tandem and gave their all to stop the approaching horde of Flyers from reaching the moving survivors.