In another section of the intricate maze of streets, Oliver dashes through like a cheetah in full stride as his legs plough through the concrete road to carry him. However, as seconds pass, Oliver's once lightning-fast speed begins to wane. He then halts as crowds congest the path, blocking the roads.

The crowds all frustratedly let out their annoyance. They shouted at each other.

"Move! Move! Move!!"

"Hey! Get out of my way! I need to get my children!"

"We have no time!"

"Don't panic!!"

     As Oliver strains to decipher the voices around him, only fragments of words manage to reach his ears amidst the sea of noise. The rest blends in a disorienting buzz like the relentless hum of busy bees. The overwhelming volume makes it impossible for Oliver to comprehend, leaving him growling as his ears feel muffled.

     Realizing that remaining still on this congested path would be unsafe, Oliver turns his head backwards. He immediately spots the city wall he had passed through earlier, now appearing smaller in his perspective but still visible. Its presence is a reminder that he has not made sufficient progress.

     Oliver fixates his gaze on the crowd obstructing his path. Oliver takes a few steps, scanning his surroundings for alternative routes. Amidst the ocean of heads before him, he notices a division where the road splits into two, marked by an elevated platform leading to a building. Standing in the centre of a long street, Oliver pushes through the mobs and squeezes between men and women.

"Excuse me! I'm sorry!" Oliver squeezed through and pushed off the crowds. "Sorry!"

     After enduring a few excruciating moments, Oliver finally arrives at the junction where the two streets meet. He quickly slips through the narrow gap between two idle men. Stepping up onto the elevated concrete platform, Oliver's eyes look around. The bustling streets below cause a sluggish progression for everyone, hindering their escape.

     Oliver's gaze focuses on a particular street to the right. He realizes a group of people who are stubbornly moving at a snail's pace causes the traffic on the road. Oliver looks around and sees others intentionally obstructing the path by standing frozen.

     Drawing upon his position of authority, Oliver's eyebrows furrow, and his lips tighten. He strides to the centre of the platform, clenching his fists. He then takes a deep, shivering breath through his mouth as his eyes lock on the ocean of men and women.

"Everyone!" Oliver called out. However, the voices around him drowned his words.

The crowds continued to shout. "Keep moving! Don't stop, you foolish imbeciles!"

"Everyone! Hey! Everybody!" Oliver raised his voice even louder, cupping his hands around his mouth.

     A few heads turned to look in Oliver's direction with their eyes curious amidst the jostling and pushing. But his efforts were not enough to quell the commotion. The majority still screamed in frustration as their voices blended in a chaotic symphony.

"...Ugh," Oliver glared at the sky. Frustration building within him, he stomped his foot and shouted, "Everybody! I beg you to lend your sincerest attention to the Remaining Podeshire! What in the world are the rest of you doing!? Why do you stand there, acting as obstacles instead of evacuating with the others!?" His voice rose.

Slowly, the crowds began to take notice and turned their gaze towards the Remaining Podeshire. Fear and worry etched across their faces as their eyebrows raised in anticipation. "Shh," they shushed each other.

Oliver took a deep breath, halting his uncivilized outbursts. He calmed himself and began to address the crowd, projecting his voice and ensuring that every word reached the ears of his listeners. "I beseech each and every soul present in this city, particularly those on this very street! I implore you to approach this evacuation with the utmost seriousness! Can you not grasp the urgency of the situation? Our guards, soldiers, and the entire military have fled to this city, toiling tirelessly to evacuate everyone. How can we disregard their valiant efforts? Time is slipping away, slipping through our fingers! I have witnessed it firsthand, as have my companions. We beheld the Pyro Void Monsters drawing closer to the shores of Asbranne Lake! They may be upon us even as we speak! So! I urge you, if you hold your lives dear, to move swiftly! Run to the nearest refuge or seek shelter at the docks! Do not linger here like fools, awaiting the calamity that compelled me to sound the alarm! Now, I appeal to you all to cooperate! Flee in an orderly fashion, not scattered! If necessary, return to your homes, and gather your loved ones and cherished possessions, but do not tarry. I plead with you to evacuate without delay!"

     With a firm yet gentle touch, Oliver manages to quell the pushing and shoving among the crowd on the congested road. His actions resonate deeply, stirring something within each person's heart. After a momentary hush, the mobs finally comply.

     The mob moves forward, not merely taking individual steps and waiting for the person in front to advance. Momentum builds as seconds tick by, and the pace hastens. Gradually, the street ceases to be a bottleneck, and fluidity replaces it. Each person strides freely, covering longer distances with every step.

     Oliver approaches the right street with his eyes fixed on the sight of people marching down the road. He can now see individuals joining the evacuation from farther points. Glancing to the opposite side, he immediately notices the pathway clearing as the resounding thud of unified footsteps fills the air.

     A smile of accomplishment tugs across Oliver's face. He briefly looks down at the solid concrete beneath his feet. Then, he leaps forward, descending from the elevated platform, and hastens his pace to keep up with the gathering crowd as they leave the area.