"Everyone has to face death someday. I've lived long enough at my age. As long as everyone in the village, and you, can stay safe, that's enough."
Suika nodded. "You're a good person."
Then she picked up the things beside her and turned to leave without hesitation.
After watching Suika disappear from sight, he sat down beside the campfire. Looking at the dark clouds drawing ever nearer in the distance, his body trembled slightly, but his face bore a smile called happiness.
"Susan, I'm coming... Forgive me for being late all these years..."
The next second, darkness fell over his vision, and he lost consciousness.
Suika stepped out from the shadows.
"Uh, well, even so.
"You really are a good person. You shouldn't die here, and I can't just stand by and watch you die here..."
After saying that, she slung the equipment over one shoulder, George over the other, and flew down the mountain.
By the time Suika carried him back to the village, Andrew was directing the evacuation of the last group of people.
"Take him with you!" Suika came to the wooden cart and handed the unconscious George to Andrew, who was standing on it.
"What happened to him?" Andrew asked as he looked at the unconscious George.
"I don't know. He probably passed out from exhaustion... Oh, and this is his equipment. I'll put it here too."
As Suika spoke, she tossed the instrument in her other hand onto the cart as well.
"What about you? Are you coming with us? We have carts, so we can move fast!"
Village Chief Andrew raised his head and looked at the distant mountain. Clear crystals were already visible at its summit.
The crystal clusters spread downward like creeping Miasma.
More accurately, if this mountain had not blocked the