By the time Heine arrived, the four skeletons were neatly organized.
There was neither any tortoise-shell binding nor any bird nests.
Even the materials from the dismantled man-eating flower were sorted and orderly, not at all chaotic like before.
Arthur was tearing the surrounding dead flowers and willows, stuffing their corpses into the murky swamp.
This road was the necessary route to the beacon.
In other words, the escape route of Grey Moon and her group was the complete opposite of this one.
Heine first showed a relieved smile and remarked, "I'm so glad you're all right," and then he walked towards Arthur.
"How are you feeling? How much of the potion's effect remains?"
What he was experiencing was neither bloodthirst nor frenzy, but rather Dylan's newly concocted "focused potion."
It was just that the look of focus was a bit frightening.
Arthur shook his head and, like a bull, panted heavily.
