At the advent of the race through the Dryer Woods, all hell had broken loose. Not all members of this group of eight were equal in speed… and so, significant gaps were created between them… with a few of them bursting forward faster than the others could follow.
Anthony, Tristan and Theodore easily fell behind and quickly grew extremely tired from the strain of trying to keep up… or rather, Anthony's strain of trying to keep up. Damien's jab had opened a can of worms and destroyed any semblance of order that existed within the eight first years.
After the start of the race, a decisive gap had grown between them and the leading four, growing only larger as time went on. It didn't matter how fast they ran… The leading four simply vanished from sight… and the gap only kept growing.
Anthony and Tristan collapsed moments later, panting wildly with exhaustion. The trio's progress halted and they tried their best to catch their breaths.
