Ellianor continued to run with them, his consciousness stable despite his wounds. They ran for what felt like hours. At the end of the tunnel stood a village.
The village was made of metal shacks and some bigger buildings looking like a mix of primitive, yet advanced buildings like blacksmiths, stores, and all kinds of less conventional stores.
Honestly, it was an eyesore rather than something pleasant to the eye, but a place that did not want to kill him was more than welcome at this point.
With a soft and light breath, Ellianor felt his remaining strength wane.
Maybe he could finally rest a little after the adrenaline rush and battles back to back that welcomed him to the surface, just maybe… "Hey, don't give up now! We are almost there, my man!"
Gun Bill called him, and the black-haired man looked her in the eye, his orange orbs started to lose strength, darkening, and his body was on the verge of forcefully shutting down his consciousness.
