The girl was forced to pick herself back up, knowing that the next few moments had been decided for her.
However, before she could leave the room, she laid the apprentice down so he at least seemed more peaceful than shoved into a corner where he happened to fall as she pushed the door open more.
She felt like she was disregarding life. It made her feel unbelievably guilty.
Could acknowledging life while also being dutiful to the cries that there was a necromancer outside exist hand in hand?
Deciding that people screaming for help meant that there were people left to save was justification enough, she grabbed her sword from where it fell and sprinted out the way she came. Again, she had to avoid flames and climb over rubble, but the screams about a necromancer were urgent.
Not only that, but something impacted the earth that let out a hollow, loud echo across the area, and she felt unbelievably urgent to get to the bottom of the situation.
