As expected, a heavy downpour came falling from above in the late, fall night. Raindrops the size of beans fell continuously, forming several uneven puddles on the soft, dampened ground. The last remaining branch in the forest, hanging feebly to the tree trunk, finally broke into half under the harsh blow of the rain. Withered flowers and dried grains covered the land. Only two or three oil lamps reflected light across the vast horizon that seemed to be stretching into infinity.
"Hurry!" Without even checking the surrounding, Oscar impatiently pushed open the wooden plank that blocked the exit of the secret underway.
Paul, who, by now, was running out of breath, escaped next from the hidden way. Oscar immediately took over Aya from him and carried the wounded girl himself. All the running previously caused the opening of the countess's wound to open up even more. Aya's mouth was slightly open, her breathing low and weak.
