Leo was limping as he dragged his body away, even as a trail of blood was left behind.
He eventually slowed down and looked back, ensuring that he wasn't being followed.
With a painful groan, he sat down with his back resting against the wall. With a pale face, he tore off a piece of his robe, and tied it around his wound firmly, trying to stop the bleeding at least.
"Damn it," Leo cursed through gritted teeth, letting his head drop back against the cold, unyielding surface of the wall.
He closed his eyes for a brief second, forcing his racing heart to slow down. Panic was a luxury he couldn't afford right now. He needed to think.
Opening his eyes, he surveyed his surroundings.
The passageway was old, and there were strange lines that were covering the walls like it was some ancient circuit.
Small specks of lights could be seen traveling through the circuits occasionally like it was alive.
