Zeka had just turned his head when he shouted, seeing stones hurtling toward him at terrifying speed.
He quickly shoved Violette aside, taking the brunt of the attack in her place.
However, it was as if Lady Luck had smiled upon him—the stones only grazed him, leaving shallow cuts on his skin before flying past and slamming into the metal gate behind them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound of impact echoed repeatedly, but the gate remained unmoved, not a single scratch on its surface.
Zeka let out a sigh of relief, but his eyes immediately locked onto a figure standing in the corridor about ten meters away.
"It's you…" Zeka remembered what Noan had said.
Even though he didn't like Noan, he had to admit that Noan had been right about one thing—
Valen was strange.
Now, Valen stood in the distance, gazing at them, his eyes filled with malice and killing intent that sent chills down Zeka's spine.
But when Zeka glanced at Violette, his fear vanished, replaced by courage.
