Seeing this, Zeke, the leader, could only steel his heart and continue issuing orders. Their tribe's principle was to never easily abandon a comrade, but the current situation was clearly far beyond the norm. They had to make sacrifices, or else everyone would die here. The others understood this truth as well. They quickly followed Zeke's charge, continuing to push their way out of the mine, while the young man left behind was quickly pinned down by his limbs, his body swarmed by various Demons.
The group's progress attracted even more Demons, and the number of tribesmen forced into unavoidable sacrifice continued to rise. Nira could only offer the consolation that these sacrifices were worth it. The exit to the mining valley was just a stone's throw away. As long as they left the valley, they would gain a new lease on life. As long as...
Just as they were about to reach the exit path, a dense, dark mass of shadows emerged on the distant hillside like a horde of ghosts.
