Those three figures were none other than the rest of the group Adrian came with - 2 students and 1 instructor.
One of the students', Ceil's, breath came in short, sharp gasps as she sprinted ahead, her arms tightening around the unconscious form of Rhea, who hung limply in her grasp.
Her eyes flickered with worry, but she remained focused, pushing her legs to move faster. Behind her, her senior Cedric ran with Aurelius who was covered head to toe in protective clothes, concealing the extent of his injuries. They didn't have time to have him wear his clothes.
But the most unnerving figure among them was Seraphelis, Aurelius's master. He led the way, his expression unreadable as he carried the dead body of that young girl figure who was lying in the center of the room. Every step he took was deliberate, yet tense, as if he were anticipating the worst.
Suddenly, without warning, Seraphelis halted.
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