The group staggered to a halt, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they collapsed onto the ground, exhaustion weighing heavily upon their weary frames.
The adrenaline of the battle began to wane, leaving behind a profound sense of fatigue that seemed to seep into their very bones.
Caroline's frustration bubbled to the surface, her voice laced with irritation as she voiced her discontent.
"We should have fought him," she grumbled, her tone edged with frustration. "We had the numbers. We could have taken him down."
Lianna shook her head, her expression grave as she countered Caroline's argument.
"No, we wouldn't have stood a chance," she insisted, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "Jack literally absorbed Olin. He was too strong."
Caroline's brow furrowed in annoyance, her patience wearing thin.
