“No. We’ve done our part.”

Mark laughed dismissively. "Remember, Hobe, you're just Cyan. You're lucky to be alive until now; don't push your luck."

"I won't let you endanger these people," Hobe asserted, his voice resonating with conviction. "If you insist on this path, we'll have no choice but to stop you."

As Mark dodged the incoming strike from Hobe's bat, he swiftly pivoted and delivered a powerful kick to Hobe's back.

With a grunt, Hobe stumbled forward, momentarily losing his balance as he fell to the ground.

Seizing the opportunity, Mark dashed toward the bus carrying the survivors. Despite the driver's efforts to press down on the accelerator, the bus struggled to gain speed due to the condition of the road.

The uneven terrain, littered with large and small obstacles, forced the bus to navigate cautiously to avoid tipping over. Potholes of various sizes dotted the road, further impeding its progress.