Frenzied artillery fire bombarded Karamat's land.
Everything in sight was reduced to the ruins of war.
The number of demi-humans on Karamat was rapidly dwindling.
They hid everywhere, hoping that an anonymous savior would descend from the heavens.
The fleeing boys and girls looked back in terror.
Their lungs burned like coals, their legs weighed like lead, despair surged over them like a tide, and fear cast them into a bottomless abyss.
The enemies behind them were so powerful.
Their bodies were so small.
Dragon-like monsters roared from the heavens, opening their bloody maws. The shadows they cast nearly swallowed the children whole.
"Ah!"
A scream rang out.
A demi-human child fell from fear, too desperate to rise again.
Seeing their companion fall, some kept running, some cried, some wanted to stop, and some truly did stop.
"Big Sister Qibela!"
A white-haired, blood-eyed girl covered in dust turned back. Her bare feet were already streaked with blood as she pulled at her fallen companion, trying to help him up. "Get up, Gru. Hurry, get up. You can do it."
Some of the children who had fled in terror gritted their teeth and cried, some shut their eyes and screamed, some slowed down more and more, and some stopped, gritted their teeth, and turned back.
"Big Sister Aya."
"And Big Sister Qibela."
But at the sight of the monsters behind them, fear took over again in an instant. Their most primal terror desperately forced their feet away from those they wanted to save. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm scared. I'm scared.
The girl who had pulled Gru to his feet was afraid too.
Hope was slim.
After Aya vanished, she had to become a new hope for her younger brothers and sisters.
"Go!"
"Big Sister Qibela!"
"Go!"
As the sounds behind