"Quick... hurry up!" Iben said in fear as he walked, carrying someone on his back.
The Princess... or rather, the one shot by the Princess, Yamana.
"Why are you still carrying her?" Guardian Otto, who was clearing the path ahead, couldn't help but turn back and ask with a frown.
"She's not dead... she's not dead yet..." Iben panted and said, "But she seems almost about to die; her eyes can't open, only her hand holds onto me."
Otto glanced at Yamana's wound and shook his head, saying, "Even if she won't die, she won't live long. There are no medical conditions here to save her. Put her down, or she'll slow us down."
"I want to try." Iben shook his head, "In the end, if she really dies, I'll put her down."
"Suit yourself."
However, Otto still slowed his pace... but the interior of the Miniature Temple showed more signs of collapsing, and who knew if they could hold until the moment of escape.
