"How much further, Robert?" Thomas asked as all the knights ran, holding cadets in their arms.
"Just a little more," Robert screamed back.
*---------Shriek----------*
All of them shuddered as they ran toward the rift.
Children pressed their palms against their ears, trying to reduce the noise.
"Is that?" Geoffrey screamed in horror at the shriek he had heard.
It was the most terrifying and powerful scream he had witnessed in his whole life.
"Don't look back. Just keep running!" Robert screamed; he could sense the rift closing.
The rift had been opened by the Sommelier himself, who was feeding it a thin stream of demonic energy to make it appear natural.
The entire situation felt like a trap meant to bury the top cadets.
But Robert had no way to prove it.
His whole focus was on evacuating the cadets, and so he did.
In less than five minutes, they had covered a distance that could've taken them an hour, and it was all thanks to Marcus Rile.
