Mrs. Neilson hurriedly sat up. Though her husband was right beside her, seeing a strange young man and two witches looking at her only made her more confused.
"What exactly happened?"
Ms. Brooke looked at Shade as if she wanted to say something, quite curious what he had paid to persuade the "Boatman" to help, but Shade was unwilling to discuss it.
"Hello, ma'am. You got lost here. What happened before isn't important. Forget all of it. Get ready to leave. I'll take you back."
The woman nodded slowly.
"All right, then thank you very much. I only remember a pair of violet eyes looking at me. Did that lady get lost too?"
"Yes, I already rescued her."
So Adele might have been right. Whenever something related to the apocalypse had no answer, there was a good chance it had something to do with Luvia.
"All right, enough of that. Time to go home."
Shade raised his voice slightly and stood up, drawing everyone by the bonfire's attention.
"We met here because everyone had their own reasons. But no matter what, life has meaning again now, and everyone has new goals in life. It's time to go home. I hope none of you ever set foot here again."
The Neilsons embraced and thanked him again. Miss McConaughey nodded rapidly, while Ms. Brooke seemed somewhat listless. But when she thought of how she still had to spend the rest of her life searching for a way to meet her elder sister after death, a long-lost sense of anticipation rose within her once more.
"I'll pass down the legend that, in times of danger, witches encounter a special man who descends from the heavens. I wonder what the young ladies of the future will think of him."
The bonfire had already been