The battle lasted about half an hour. Several guards were injured, but no one was killed. The Gurok-Stalkers finally retreated after losing over a dozen of their kind, leaving carcasses scattered along the tracks.
The guards returned to the train, panting heavily. The injured received immediate first aid from their comrades.
Kael—the young guard from before—approached the passenger carriage and opened the door. "Is anyone hurt?"
His eyes immediately sought out Dola.
Dola shook her head, still huddled against Dayat. "N-no. Thank you."
Kael smiled broadly. "Thank goodness. If you need anything at all, just ask. I am Kael."
"Thanks, Kael." Dayat answered before Dola could speak. "We appreciate it."
Kael nodded, glanced at Dola one last time, and left.
The carriage door closed. The passengers let out a collective sigh of relief.
"Thank the heavens..." Barnaby muttered, sitting back weakly. "Thank the heavens..."
