David watched with a wry smile as the trio of archers scrambled in panic, their attempts to evade the encroaching flames a futile dance of desperation. Despite their identical appearances, their reactions spoke volumes about their individual resolve. One darted frantically, attempting to flee the relentless inferno, while another flailed about wildly, his hair now a fiery crown of chaos. The third, overwhelmed by fear and helplessness, simply crumpled to the ground, tears mingling with the sweat of exertion as he awaited salvation from his brothers.
At first, David thought that he should move on to the safe zone while the three archers would succumb to the status effect from the fire. But then, an idea struck his mind.
"Hey guys! Do you need my help ? " , he shouted out to the three brothers.
"NO."
"Maybe"
"Yes please! Save me"
the three brothers spoke out in unison.
