After Modesti crashed into the mountain, fierce winds howled across the forest, and within moments, the pungent stench of sulfur filled the air. It was as if sparks visible to the naked eye were drifting through the air. They fell onto the treetops, forming clusters of bright flames, while the temperature steadily climbed. After Brando finished speaking to the three women, he grabbed Roman by the hand and led them out of the camp. The camp was already in chaos. Without Sagoth's command, the goblins and kobolds were like headless flies, screaming and running around aimlessly. Brando led the way, dragging Roman along by the hand. The pixie hesitated for quite a while over whether to follow, but then Sagoth's arm, lying in a pool of blood, suddenly twitched by reflex. The sight made her shriek, and she hurried after them with Sini in her arms.
Chiara brought up the rear. After seeing Sagoth fall, she watched as all the magic equipment on his body disintegrated with the loss of its magic. However, one ivy-shaped ring was still shining brightly. She swiftly removed it, then circled around the corpse and followed after them.
Only the dwarf, Boli Fire-Anvil, remained frozen in place. In the space of a few moments, he had witnessed countless events unfold. He stood there dazed for a while, then his expression suddenly changed. For reasons unknown, he hurried after them as well.
Four people—no, five—passed through the camp one after another. Roman's hand was trapped in Brando's grip, forcing her to stumble along after him. At first, she could still mutter a few complaints. "Brando, you're walking too fast! I can hardly keep up!" But when Brando heard that, he said nothing. He simply hoisted the Merchant's Daughter onto his back like a sack of rice.