THE PATH CHAPTER 2
The observations of the civilians were nothing short of striking. No matter how many times Ru-Jing sent them down the stairwell with clamouring force, they regained their strength with swift ferocity. The ascent of the stairs was a chaotic and tumultuous scene, as those who faltered were swiftly trampled beneath the onrushing throng. Yet, the most gruesome and startling sight was watching those whose faces were crushed and bones shattered, rise from the ground and dash towards the west gate with a feral and heedless disregard for any feeling of pain and physical agony. With his light-step technique*1 , Ru-Jing leapt from the top of the stone staircase. He ascended into the air, twisting his body quickly to cast an array of ink strokes forward. The shape of the ink formed instantly in long ribbons expanding into the frosty air. Quickly the sporadic tendrils morphed into smooth forms and soon became a flock of agile crane birds. With their large wings, the cranes pushed on...