"Come on." Ultimillian helped the wounded crows to their feet, urging them to keep moving. Shortly, Gnihzur came out of the hole and joined them. They had to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the pursuing Spikelees.
"We're not out of trouble yet," Gnihzur warned the wounded crows. "We're still inside the Spikelees' fortress. The difficult part of our escape starts here."
"Gnihzur is right. We have to keep moving." Ulti and the others glanced around at the expansive grandeur of Camellia Fortress. Although the area was extremely beautiful, they were utterly terrified due to their small figures.
Usually, they roamed these parts flying high and mighty with their powerful wings, but now they had been reduced to crawling on the ground like an ant, moreover, they were drained of their majestic powers.
"Up here." They were currently running across a long, twisting branch that led to the upper part of Camellia Fortress.
