The seven braves ran through the rocky lands with a bloody trail following them. Behind they were the sounds of 750 fiends racing towards them, trying to kill them. They had been running for hours now, trying to escape the massacre.
Adlet gripped his left arm, blood oozing out of it. He held it, trying to stop the blood from flowing out. It wasn't even close to the worst injury of the day. All of the seven were badly injured in some way. Only three of them, Adlet, Hans and Goldov, could actually fight. Adlet gave a look over his fellow companions.
In the front were Maura trying to carry Chamot as Rolonia tried to heal her. Chamot by far had the worst injuries. She had a huge gash in her leg, spamming from her ankle to her thigh. Her arm was cut open in many different areas and her head was wrapped in cloth.
Maura stumbled with Chamot in her hands. She had badly twisted her ankle and was using all of the strength just to walk. Rolonia was the best out of all the braves but her status as the saint of blood meet that she needed to take care of the wounded. She didn't mind as she tried to close up Chamot as they were running.
Behind those three was Goldov. He was in an okay shape with lots of gash on his chest and legs. Right in front of Adlet was Flamie and Hans. Hans was in the best shape of all of them. His fast reflects let him escape most attacks however, he still had a couple of small cuts.
Flamie had a major gash on her left shoulder, making it hard for her to draw and shoot her weapon. She also had some cuts scatter around her body. Adlet himself was except for the gash on his arm. It started near his elbow and continued to his wrist.
"We can't go on like this!" screamed Marou as she looked to find the sun going down.
"Hang on …" Adlet replied back and opened his back. He looked around and found his small telescope. He handed it to Hans. "Run ahead and scout for any builds and land forms."
"Nyow," Hans said back and took the telescope. He spirited past everyone and carried on ahead.
The sounds of endless pounding feet echoed behind them. Adlet still couldn't believe that the King of Gwenbyer and his guard couldn't active the barrier. Lucky, they were able to kill a lot of fiends and combined with the number the seven have been killed so far, it was around the number of 500 fiends. Usually, 500 won't be such a problem but, with the braves' injuries, it was difficult to put up a fight.