"Help! Help!" Halueth shouted without hesitation, immediately muffled by Castien's hand.
Because of his weakened state, his voice wasn't very loud, but it should have been enough for the group of people to hear.
One second, two seconds, Halueth felt Castien's tension behind him.
He quickened his pace, but in the next moment, several people behind him rushed over.
Halueth breathed a sigh of relief.
Ylyndar ran fast on his own, while Castien's speed was constrained by carrying him, and soon, they were caught up with and knocked to the ground by the people behind them.
A group of people wrestled with each other, and Halueth fell to the ground.
His body, already weakened by the effects of drugs, became increasingly uncomfortable and itchy.
He bit his lips tightly to stay calm, biting until he tasted the metallic taste of blood but didn't release.
