Gaston and his men ran as fast as they could.
It was hard to tell what colours their clothes had originally been. They were all in red, dyed by the blood of themselves, their allies, and the monsters they had killed on their way to the surface.
Blood continued to seep through their clothes, but they were unable to heal their wounds as they had used up all their potions when they'd been faced with a massive swarm of bloodthirsty bats on the Third Floor.
While they managed to hold their ground at first, they were only human and had limits to their stamina.
Although they could still fight, they knew they wouldn't last and that escaping was their best option.
Even the Mages who could cast powerful spells had spent nearly all their mana and had started to reserve their power for moments of great danger.
With all their resources gone, they were pushed into dire straits.
