At the central shelter closest to the academy, located approximately five kilometers away, they stood underground, right beneath where the homeless slept.
"Fuck!"
Marl, who was taking on the role of a supporter during their escape, was frowning with both of his hands shaking.
The mana coming out of his hands was strengthening the tree trunks coming out of Tracy's hands, which were tightly binding a large iron door.
Baaaaang! Bang!
The door didn't open even with the effort, but the iron door looked ready to break at any moment from the banging.
No, it was already starting to break.
The door had dents here and there, and it was starting to bend, slowly causing gaps to appear on the sides.
And beyond the iron door...
"T, that-!"
Marl closed his mouth mid-sentence and froze.
People tend to stop moving when they are put under pressure or become anxious.
