"Everybody get into the shelter quickly."
"Quick, hide underground!"
"Make sure you remain silent when you're there!"
Large numbers of people were desperately funneled into an underground shelter. Parents pulled their children through the underground with grim expressions, while babies cried.
"Arastia, go," Max instructed the young girl in front of him, kneeling before her. "You must get to safety now."
"Make sure you find yourself a good spot with others, alright?" Mana tried to sound as gentle and calm as she could, despite the circumstances. "We'll be right back when all of this is over."
Yet, the young twelve-year-old girl wasn't having it.
"I don't want to go!" she snapped. "I can fight too, you've seen how strong I am! I can help you beat the bad guys!"
"Maybe one day," Max admitted. "But for today, just listen to us and evacuate. Since you're so strong, use it to protect the other children of the orphanage, okay? They need you."
