Outside the tent, Sonia, Diya, Weiser, and Felix are gathered around the wooden table, silently sipping hot tea, while Dedarose has gone to rest.
They look at the bright tent, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense.
"Fifteen minutes have passed."
"Should it be an explosion?"
"Drag them out for judgment, not a single one should be spared."
"It definitely isn't Ash's fault!" Diya shouted, "It must be Vishi secretly brainwashing Ash during the Promotion Ceremony, it's all the Ghost Prophet's conspiracy!"
"I don't think there's a need to be nervous; we should trust Ash," Weiser suggested. "We're all here, after all."
Sonia glanced at her, "I once asked Ash if he liked Silver Lamp."
"You weren't by his side back then," Weiser retorted, "You can't blame someone for not holding onto the only lifebuoy when they're drowning, can you?"
