The lone myriad soldier rushed into danger himself. The myriad family was cornered, with some having gashes and visible wounds that were already bleeding. Their cries echoed through the streets, which finally alerted the other fellow myriads.
Horror ran through their expressions; fear and anxiety gripped their hearts as they watched silently and hopelessly what was about to transpire. They gnashed their teeth in anticipation, with some moving their heads away in shame and continuing on with their current battles.
With anger and regret, they pushed forward. They knew—they all knew what was about to happen, but they could not do anything about it. After all, if they moved from their spots, then that would mean certain death. For them, they did not want to be heroes; what they had done was already enough and praiseworthy.
