With directions from Sereph, Volux fought through piles of debris, flames and people to reach those stranded and in need. Those with major injuries, injuries where they didnt have the time for him to faff about with herbs that were unlikely to save them quick enough, he brought to Sereph; but those with simple cuts and burns he patched up quickly. To Volux, time seemed to be stretching out so slowly, each scream an eternity and each loss infinite sorrow. There was light at the end of the tunnel however, as the Eastern edge of the Gatehouse City seemed to be clearing, as many of the residents appeared to be clearing out towards the Citadel. To safety.

Volux looked at Sereph as she brought another person to his attention and sighed, resentfully, before refocusing on the task at hand. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he worked, moving objects like fallen beams out of the evacuation path, or carrying children to a safer place to prevent them being trampled to death. 

"Serath" he shouted, "what next? It feels like we're running out of people to evacuate"