The tunnel stretched ahead into darkness. Leo's legs burned, and his arms ached from supporting the wounded student beside him.
The fight they had just witnessed and the masterclass display of power kept playing again and again in Leo's mind. He still had a long way to go before getting to a stage like that.
"Keep moving."
Daichi's voice cut through the silence. He led with a student draped over his shoulder, the smallest, still unconscious. His blade remained ready despite the burden.
The elf supported another wounded student on her other side. Her hands glowed faintly green as she walked, prana flowing into the injured even while moving, healing and marching simultaneously. She was stronger than she looked.
The third wounded student stumbled between them, barely conscious, muttering something incoherent. Probably concussed.
Above them, through meters of stone and earth, Leo heard sounds, muffled and distant, but unmistakable, there was still fighting going on.
