"Snap out of it!" Macduff was the first to regain his senses. The Nautilus-shaped Floating Ship overhead had already teleported away, so he no longer had to worry about staying hidden, and he barked at his team to wake them up. "Ian, hurry up and report to His Excellency Leonard. We're going back to reinforce the defense!"
Rustling came from the grass under his repeated scolding. Some of the guerrillas, ashamed of their poor showing, began to assemble. Ian began contacting the base through his badge, while the others looked up in alarm at the clouds that had gathered in the sky and had yet to disperse.
The big man had secretly pinched himself earlier. He had actually been scared just now. He glanced back at his companions, and to cover up his loss of composure, he deliberately complained in a rough voice, "That Ravenclaw actually acted personally. Why is a god meddling in mortal affairs... This is too unfair. And to think Iso even had a good impression of that magic academy..."
But his complaint successfully reminded everyone that a god had intervened in this battle, and his teammates lost all desire to talk. None of them had the mind to answer him. They hurried back with their heads down. Walking heavily out of the bushes, they took out the Portkeys they carried and left the area while looking at their pocket watches.
"What are you idiots doing?! There's no need to wait for Portkeys! We can see the base from here!" Macduff cursed. "Anyone confident in Apparition, raise your hand. Those who aren't, go over to someone else and have them take you back by Apparating!"
A few minutes earlier, in the defensive position Ian's uncle was responsible for, Leonard stood before a fireplace simply built from large