This disaster seemed to finally come to an end, but it wasn't a happy ending; rather, it was downright dreadful.
Even though Lorenzo was holding back the warriors in the rear, as soon as they left the explosion zone, the heavy sound of hooves was incessant, coming from all directions, like drums beating on one's heart, bringing about a further sense of oppression.
Under Lawrence's unified will, the warriors' actions were incredibly efficient, like cold machines, and they had planned to surround the few of them early on. Luckily, Eve and the others ran quite fast, and at this moment, the warhorses hadn't blocked the streets yet.
Eve looked forward; the dock was already within reach, yet this short distance seemed infinitely remote.
