Hearing the dispiritedness in her comrades, Ultimillian's spoke up, "We can't just sit here and mourn. We have to escape this hellhole. We owe it to our fallen comrades to survive and tell the World Hunting Bureau what happened here."
Gnihzur overheard their conversation and chimed in, "We'll get out of here, no matter what it takes. We'll make sure that no one else has to suffer like you guys did."
During their rest period in the hidden leaf, the crows began to stir, their vigour slowly returning as Robe's magic flowed through their bodies. With renewed determination, they stood up, ready to fight for their freedom and the memory of their fallen friends.
"We're with you, young crow." Neman had a fierce light in his eyes as he spoke to Gnihzur. "We won't let our comrades' deaths be in vain. We'll make sure that the Spikelees pay for what they've done."
"That's the spirit," Ultimillian said with a smile crossing her face. "We'll show them that they can't keep us down."
