Namira cried profusely.
Strands of hair fell from how hard Layra pulled, and her legs were bleeding from the drag that peeled her skin. She wasn't the weakest in the team. She was the closest one to Aaran, and that's the reason Layra aimed at her.
Aaran was the one who suggested them to turtle on the hill and wait.
Soon, Team Crius would do some damage, and there would be an opportunity for them to slip away. But even until this moment, there was no sign of Team Coeus diminishing in number around the hill.
One thing that made them hopeful was the recent commotion.
It was the Awakened Monster, but the commotion was too far away to make an impact.
And Layra was now regretting ever listening to Aaran.
She went berserk.
"Layra, please! Don't do this. Think about your dignity! If you surrender to Lion, he'd defile you! He'll do horrible things like what he did to those of us who fall into his hands!"
"Yes, but I'd still be alive! I'm not dying here in this ditch!"
