Chapter 83: Shirking Responsibility
Vaia, the Orovir woman, had just been taking a stroll around the tunnels as she usually did when she heard the sounds of fighting from the messy group of five. She rushed over in a hurry. It didn’t sound like a couple of wild animals had managed to find their way into the tunnels. It sounded more like the tension of battle.
But regardless of what it was, she had to put a stop to it.
Fighting in the tunnels was forbidden, not to mention that one of those tunnels was meant to be collapsed.
Vaia didn’t know the others, especially not at a glance. She didn’t know why they were fighting. She also didn’t have the time to find out why.
But her first impression of the fight was that four people from different tribes were ganging up on a warrior from the Lowat tribe. It didn’t seem fair. And it certainly didn’t seem fair to leave the unconscious Lowat warrior on the ground inside the collapsed tunnel.
Her body moved before her mind did. If she had taken just a moment to consider it, she probably would have hesitated.
But if she had done that, she would have left the Lowat warrior to die. If she had done that, she would have been too slow.
Unfortunately, she was too slow even when she didn’t do that. She didn’t reach the Lowat warrior.
Her outstretched arm was the only thing inside the tunnel when it came down. It was caught in the falling rubble and dragged her down to the ground, slamming her face into the dirt, which was then subsequently blasted by the dusty shockwave of a collapsed tunnel.
She lost consciousness but kept her life.
That alone was fortunate, given the circumstances.