The crumbling earth rumbled mightily. Like a beast was forcing its way out from the solid ground that imprisoned it—like jaws, opening to swallow the fleeing prey dwelling above the surface. Screams sounded like roaring bellows. It filled the air with hopeless dread. The desperation to survive and avoid death seemed to overwhelm every single mind. Chaos.
"My Lord!" It was Rowan who shouted.
Hadrian held Moulin close to him as he answered his subordinate's call. "Evacuate the area. Send the others to move the wounded and the infected out of the estate. Go!" Afterwards, he turned to Varick, "Lead the way out for the others."
With a bow, Varick then sped away with the rest of Leonile sentinels. Their shouts were loud and clear as they pulled more panicking people towards them. The men and women scrambled in their direction. Pulling, shoving, there was not a hint of calmness in their expressions. Fortunately, the sentinels of Dragor were there to aid the Leoniles.
