Charles managed to hold out until the third day, when he had no choice but to command his small team to retreat, as his supplies were running low.
Before leaving, Charles looked back at Strasbourg, which was still being battered by howling winds, flashes of lightning, and pouring rain, and he couldn't help but complain, "Those beastman saints really have staying power!"
Sophia Garanord, unfamiliar with such an old joke from another world, earnestly replied, "Sacred Order members are capable of fighting for several days."
Charles returned a smile and led his small team toward Machu Picchu.
This small troop of hundreds, battling against stormy winds and thunderous skies, took half a day to put twenty kilometers between themselves and Strasbourg.
