Inside his mind, Shura whined in distress at the sight of Addison's injury, but like Zion, it chose silence.
They both understood the weight of this mission. They couldn't falter over every wound, nor could they risk annoying Addison with needless worry. All they could do was endure and keep moving forward.
"Alright, we're three hundred meters in. Just a little more and we'll hit the five-hundred mark…" Addison urged, her voice steady but firm. As she spoke, she gave Elric a reassuring pat on the back, recognizing the effort he was pouring into every crawl forward. A small push of encouragement was the least she could offer him.
Elric didn't reply, but he gave a firm nod. At his age, he had already weathered countless hardships, and this was no different. With two Alphas at his side and Princess Addison keeping everything under control, he trusted that following her lead would see them through.
