"What happened below? How's Nehe? Didn't he successfully reincarnate? Why is he still…"
After the two of them escaped from the underground root system in an extremely sorry state, Remides grabbed Sibylla agitatedly and questioned, "Didn't you say that the miniature calamity has already subsided? Why did it suddenly become active again? Your eyes didn't even notice it? The ritual you designed is so…"
"Why are you so agitated?" Sibylla, whose forehead was scratched bloody by the thorny branches, shook off Remides's hand angrily. Then, she straightened her clothes and took a deep breath to compose herself before saying, "The ritual I designed failed for some unforeseen reason… Why are you staring at me? Is there a need to make such a fuss? Isn't it expected that a ritual built from a legend that has no circulation will have a similar outcome if you want to complete the miracle of reviving the undead?"
