The third mountain's laboratory was their final target, its scale rivaling the previous two. Wick shattered the entrance with a burst of runes, the rockface crumbling under his power.
Inside, they dispatched the soldiers with ruthless efficiency, their blades flashing in the dim light of mana orbs, while Wick was able to rescue every experiment who didn't show any signs of explosion. With Wick taking the brunt of the explosion and collapse, Ralph and the Dawnless members were able to escape with the survivors.
"How many?" Ralph asked, catching his breath, the air thick with the stench of charred flesh and chemicals.
"Forty-two," Wick replied, his tracker pulsing faintly.
A Dawnless member glanced at the survivors, many of them children, their small forms shivering in the cold. "But, sir, what do we do with them?"
