"Why is that man here?" Elliot had a plethora of questions that ran through his mind, but he couldn't help but observe for a while; seeing how his legs trembled, unable to stand on his ground, something must have happened.
It was safe to assume these men were his entourages as soon as they entered the Cold Fortress, but he faltered for a moment, seeing how some of these Royal Guards escorted them as well.
To his surprise, as they trudged closer to their direction, the men also sustained injuries. Those deep lacerations that cut and smeared their outfit had him one step away from them.
At least one of their limbs were limp, and they could only grunt aloud from the pain they needed to endure as they hurried over their priority.
They tried to be wary of their serious injuries, shouting several men for help and assisting them henceforth, but the booming thunder roared and shook every nook and cranny of the fortress.
