Unexpectedly, the group of magicians just left like that. They bore expressions of despair, panting as they lifted Soraya's corpse. Most of the magicians didn't look at Lynch again, only an elderly woman turned back and said to the mage, "Before the world is destroyed, we will try to find a place to take refuge. If you could show a bit of mercy, please lift the binding on space magic."
"I don't have such capability," Lynch replied solemnly. And the female mage didn't even argue, just slightly bowed, joining her companions. They moved very slowly, like sliding on ice without a hint of trembling. But the mage, seeing this sight, always felt that their current state was like a group of desperate people heading for their doom.
"Really strange people," Soka scratched his head with his fingers, watching them leave, "Brother Lynch, what on earth do they mean?"
