The festival's atmosphere changed completely. Those orcs more concerned about watching the fights were now angry, staring at the watch tower where the horn sound came from.
"Someone is trying to escape. Who is it? The newcomers?" one of the orcs said.
Before long, each capable orc moved toward the area that Damian and the others were using to escape, and with their more than-capable bodies, it wasn't hard to chase them.
"Damian, what should we do?" Serana asked as she ran alongside the others.
Damian was immersed in his thinking, and before he could try anything, Druvana was already making her own moves.
"Leave this to me," Druvana said.
The confident tone relieved everyone, thinking she would find a way out of the situation. Druvana cut her left wrist with a tiny dagger hidden under her sleeve and chanted things in an unknown language to the others.
"They are there! Everyone, chase them!"
