Julia does not understand.
She increasingly cannot comprehend what exactly has happened along this journey.
Are they... truly being met with steadfast resistance?
Are they truly charging forward to rescue their corrupted companions?
She was once firmly convinced of this.
But now, Julia is uncertain.
She cast a deep glance at Fremay, her eyes filled with confusion, perplexity, and a touch of something she herself was reluctant to admit... relief.
Relief that she did not have to face such an enemy.
Also relieved that her persistence was recognized by others... even if that recognition came from an enemy.
After hesitating for a long time, Julia squeezed out a whisper through clenched teeth, her voice exceptionally dry.
"Let's... go!"
She led the Heroic Spirit Legion behind her, silently, stumbling as they traversed the eerie clearing, through the path Fremay had opened.
No cheers, no relief, only pervasive silence.
No one was left behind.
This time, they left no one.
