Vorlod never expected to hear Mavis's voice again after so many years. He instinctively wondered whether this Mavis was real, but then immediately remembered that Allen was right beside her, and that they had called using Yajima's communicator. That meant Yajima must have confirmed it as well.
Vorlod's thoughts were complicated. Memories from many years ago surged up all at once—the days when he was still young and went adventuring with Mavis, Precht, and Yuri Dralea, Makarov's father.
"Vorlod, are you still there? Vorlod!"
On the other end, Mavis grew anxious when Vorlod failed to respond and repeatedly shouted into the communicator.
Mavis's anxious voice jolted Vorlod awake. After glancing at Precht, who was still standing where he had been, he spoke into the communicator. "Mavis, I'm here. Precht doesn't appear to have any external injuries, but he seems to have lost consciousness. I can't determine his exact condition either."
"Okay. Wait there for us, and stay safe. We'll be there soon!"
Mavis immediately tossed the communicator to Yajima beside her, then shot into the sky and flew toward Vorlod's location.
The others quickly followed Mavis. Before taking off, Allen said to Yajima, "Old man, go to the nearby town and take command of the troops that follow. Also evacuate the people in town. The Council needs to act now, because some people will definitely try to cause trouble while they have the chance. At this critical moment, the Council needs to be even stricter. Deal a heavy blow to those who treat lives as worthless! Don't give them a chance to regret it!"
Yajima nodded solemnly. He had thought of this as well, and was also worried that a Dark Guild or an evil organization like the Dark Magic Group might take advantage of the chaos.
"I understand. You