But before Corra could fall into the hole and potentially create another tragedy, a shadowy figure phased forward and caught her in a princess carry. The figure briefly stared at the colorless face snuggled into his chest, his own expression unreadable. However, before anyone could look his way and ask who he was, he gently set down the tear-stricken girl and walked past the group he brought with him.
All the other people dressed in black were too distracted by what happened to Corra to realize that someone had saved her before it no longer mattered.
"Let's go," said Cassius, his voice inaudible under the beating of the rain and the thundering of lightning.
All of the silent women nodded their heads before following along behind him. He wasn't moving very fast; in fact, he was trudging forward slowly, so they all caught up and descended the hill together.
