Then, suddenly—one human, trembling with frustration and greed, snaps.
He hurls a fireball straight at a nearby beastman.
The explosion breaks the fragile silence.
In an instant, the clearing erupts into chaos.
Roars, screams, and the clash of weapons fill the air. Humans and monsters—once temporarily united by confusion—turn on each other with feral instinct. Blades flash, spells ignite, and blood sprays across the grass.
Zevran watches the scene with faint amusement, arms folded. "Predictable."
Mero chuckles darkly beside him. "Greed always wins over reason."
As for Alix, no one even notices him anymore. The noise, the blood, the desperation—none of it concerns him.
He simply rises silently into the air. The chaotic battlefield grows smaller beneath him as he turns his gaze toward the distant city glowing faintly under the afternoon sun.
The wind whips around him as the dungeon valley fades behind. The journey takes little time—mere minutes at his speed.
In Sona City.
