The moment the explosion occurred.
The wizards in the inn screamed and Apparated one after another—perhaps the God of Magic took pity on these wizards caught in an undeserved disaster. This spell, normally quite difficult, had an astonishingly high success rate today, and the vast majority of wizards escaped the blast site at once.
Of the few whose spells failed, most still had their bodies safely transported away.
A few left behind an arm or half a leg, but that was unavoidable.
Compared to that.
The Reincarnators of the Southeast Continent Team were not so lucky.
Chachai, the first to notice the explosion, still had the leisure to glance around—Daxin, the old farmer staring blankly into space; Chen Liwen, the programmer biting his nails with a worried face; Ruan Shimei, the prostitute fawning beside Tsukishima Rin; Ananda, frowning as he fingered his prayer beads; and so on. It could be said that those who needed saving were not worth saving, while those who did not need saving required none of his meddling.
That female mercenary who had initially dared to attack Ananda, however, reacted a fraction faster than the others.
Perhaps because she had spent so long dealing with battle, an indescribable terror appeared on her face in the instant before the explosion. The muscles in her legs had already tensed. One hand braced against the table, while her gaze turned toward a corner of the room, as though she intended to overturn the table and hide there.
Chachai hesitated for half a second.
Under normal circumstances, he would never have meddled.
But on this mission, the team had gained a powerful newcomer of mysterious origins, one who seemed to belong to the lawful good camp. He did not want to leave a bad impression on her.
So, at the