Eighth day of the Month of Rising Wind, Saturday, 2 a.m.
The grey snowflakes that had continued all day long turned the woodland outside Randall Valley City entirely grey. On this snowy night, under the pitch-black darkness, it was anything but tranquil, with flames everywhere, rising smoke columns, and all kinds of explosive sounds making the night seem endlessly long.
When Miss Sylvia led Luviya and Ciris through the stone-strewn and black-mudded woods and saw the bright bonfire and the other three Grand Witches by the campfire, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Miss Galina lifted the restrictions around the temporary camp, and an Eight-Ring lady led the three into the area covered by the bonfire's glow. Miss Sylvia counted, and although the girl lying on the makeshift stretcher was receiving treatment with the help of two High Ring Female Sorceresses, the number of people in the camp was the same as when they set out, which slightly reassured her.
