Crowley could only watch. “…Damn,” he sobbed. “…Damn, damn, damn it all!”
What was this. Just what was this?!
Fury welled up in him, making his whole body tremble. But he didn’t know anymore who he should vent this rage on. On the pagans? On the top brass that forced this meaningless war? Or on God who didn’t protect them at all even though they believed in Him so much?
Victor grabbed him by the hand. “Don’t space out! We’re still alive! So let’s run!”
“…”
“Come on, quick!”
With a scream, Crowley broke into a run again. He ran desperately, slaying the enemies in his path and leading his comrades.
There wasn’t even any time to check how many of them were still alive. But he needed to survive. He needed to survive no matter what.
The Commander ordered him to. He said to survive and come back home. Crowley was ordered to take his comrades back home.
That’s why Crowley ran with everything he had.
Ran. And ran.
“…”
Before they even realized it, they managed to get clear away. There was no sight of the enemies pursuing them anymore.