Meanwhile.
Falce and the others were running away from the war zone, their breaths ragged as they pushed through the chaos. Falce used her buff skills to enhance her party members' speed and stamina, while the others wielded their weapons to deflect incoming threats; flintlock musket bullets whizzing past, explosive arrows raining down, and the occasional stray fireball.
They finally reached the dense forest, their footsteps slowing as they pushed deeper into the relative safety of the trees. Panting heavily, they stopped behind a cluster of thick, moss-covered trees, catching their breath. Falce glanced around, her eyes sharp, before noticing Rasya standing a little apart, her expression distant and troubled.
"Rasya?"
"Yes, Falce?"
Falce walked over, her voice low but firm. "What are you thinking about?"
Rasya glanced at her, then at the others, her expression uneasy. "Nothing... it's just... we left Fayna behind."
