Loud footsteps echoed at the tunnels, blurring past Leon one after another as he ran.
"Hold on," he said in a thin voice when he felt Liu Yan's heartrate beating slowly against his back. "We're almost there, hold on."
Every raised stone he stepped on sent pain rattling through his left ankle, the one which had not fully recovered after it got broken by the large Syr.
When faint light appeared ahead, Leon's eyes widened, his cheeks raising as joy lanced through him. "Liu Yan, you'll be healed in no time, I promise you that."
Just as the light widened as he dashed into it, Leon's boots scraped across the ground, creating holes and sending dust swirling up around him.
Outside the tunnel, countless Syrs of different sizes stood there, slamming burning axes in their palms while snarling at the tunnel's entrance.
The last sense of hope and help for Liu Yan died in Leon as the dust swirling around him cleared.
