CHAPTER 264
Tak. Tak. Tak.
The sounds of hurried footsteps echoed softly as Trisha navigated through the building with the survivors trailing behind her.
She was in an immense hurry because she knew that any delay could mean that at least one of the three remaining workers could lose their lives.
Yet, she couldn't simply rush away, otherwise she would leave these slowpokes behind and, in the process, risk their safety entirely.
Trading seven lives for three lives didn't sound like a logical trade-off.
But for goodness sake, these people were remarkably slow.
And somewhat noisy too.
Where the female Aspirant was trying to control her breathing and ensure that her footsteps were as minimal as possible, these civilians were breathing so heavily that even if someone were buried deep underground, they could likely hear the respiration.
Luckily, their current foes weren't a pack of werewolves; otherwise, they would have been dead by now.
