Igor sat in a daze by the campfire, his gaze fixed on Kadi. The terrifying events of earlier had sent him into deep thought.
That must have been a disaster, he thought. I wonder how the others are doing—Baharo, Stan Sol, Hustace, Qi Liu, with whom I barely exchanged a few words, and the Great Witch who read my fortune. Were they able to escape the monsters as I did?
As he cursed the evil Dark Wizard and his hideous monsters, Igor felt the Scale of Faith within him wobble once again.
If it hadn't been for Kadi, I probably wouldn't have escaped that cataclysm. As Igor's thoughts swirled, one moment his Scale of Faith wobbled, and the next, he was filled with relief at having survived.
Everything I can enjoy now is thanks to Kadi. Igor felt grateful. Even though he was shivering with cold, at least he was conscious. I really should thank Kadi properly.
As Igor looked at Kadi again, optimism surfaced once more, and he seemingly forgot the recent traumatic events.
