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Thionne's body, which stood without a head, blood pouring out of the top like a fountain, splashing over everyone's faces, fell forwards in the next moment.
Thionne, the oldest and strongest in physical strength, was dead.
Just like that.
The tense horror embraced silence, was broken with a small movement from Sylria, followed by the others. As if their instincts were screaming at them to move inside and dodge their demise.
Just like a natural born leader, it was Sylria who regained her composure first, even she knew that in the midst of battle, there was no place for mourning. At the top of her lungs, she ran inside while motioning others past the gates as well with a shout.
"PROCEED INSIDE! WE CANNOT LET OUR PLANS AND SACRIFICE GO TO WASTE RIGHT HERE BY RUNNING." She yelled, while taking the first step into the hollow deathly expanse inside.
