The surging flames burned in the sky for a long time, extinguishing gradually only when all the knights in the camp had sprung into action.
Reiger, holding Liz, descended from mid-air, gazing at the extinguished center of the fire surge, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.
In Reiger's field of vision, the two attackers who had just been hit by the Fireball appeared, their bodies charred.
Their cloaks had disappeared, revealing their true faces to the air, displaying two rigid, corpse-like visages.
They bore signs of burn injuries all over their bodies, and were still smoking, wounds that, had they been on an ordinary person, would certainly leave permanent scars or cause death amidst endless agony.
Yet these two rigid, corpse-like attackers seemed oblivious to their injuries, their expressions unchanged, not even a flicker of emotion in their eyes.
"...We cannot prevail."
"...Time to consider retreating."
