"Retreat!"
Christine gave a light reprimand, warning Roland.
Watching the erupting volcano, she reminded him while stepping back.
Roland was not even really her friend, just a partner; there was only so much she could do.
If Roland insisted on seeking death, she couldn't do anything about it.
Anthony was also retreating, nearly sitting down on the ground in his nervousness.
He felt a bit regretful, thinking maybe he should have tried harder to persuade them.
But he had seen the look in Lisa's eyes, shining as if a blind person had just seen the light.
Everyone will die; perhaps dying in pursuit of progress is also a kind of happiness.
The Lisa of the past might have been content with mediocrity, but not anymore.
Roland's face turned pale as he pulled Sif's long spear and slowly retreated.
He could no longer see Lisa, nor hear any sound, but he could clearly feel Lisa was in there.
She wasn't dead yet!
