Chapter 432- Festival 163- The Sun Comet 12

It was a quiet trek.

A silence that hung low, and stayed long. Occasionally pierced by the sound of a creaking, bent pipe or a footstep, a tad too heavy.

It stretched long, and understandably so.

After all, they didn't need to speak out loud. Their heads did it for them.

They spoke out loud in their minds. A scuffle of orderly questions and insinuations playing a game of cards as it sank them into the pool of thoughts.

It varied, of course.

From escape plans to future plans to undeniably, pain-filled plans.

They wallowed in that subconscious and let their legs lead the way.

Ciara walked in front this time.

Leading the two males who strolled behind her.

They let her lead. After all, only she knew the current locations of the unconscious students.

'–Hah….the sacrifices.'

The realisation hit like a lightning bolt.