'Why?!' Jasmine cried internally. If things continued like this, the General was soon going to find them.
Gritting her teeth, she wrapped her arm around Conor's whole shoulder, barely managing to lift him up.
Since the man's arm had been sliced off and he had lost a lot of blood, he had become light enough for the girl to help him move.
'Faster!' Her heart fled with dread seeing Conor's eyes. The last traces of light were quickly disappearing. The man was going to die soon.
The two had been riding aboard a train going from one city to the next. Unfortunately for them, a wandering General had caught a whiff of their scent and derailed the vehicle.
Since the train had been going between small settlements, there hadn't been Grandmasters on board to guard it.
