Lance wasted no time, heading straight back.
"Dismas, you and Laura keep an eye on the convoy, try not to engage with those Barbarian Tribes. Margaret and I are going back to rally the troops. Once my army surrounds them, not a single one will escape!"
"Understood!" Dismas knew the Lord was speaking directly to him, worried he might act impulsively, but it was also a clear directive.
Laura said nothing. Though Margaret had countless questions swirling in her mind, seeing Lance leave, she had no choice but to follow, though her mouth didn't stop questioning.
"How did you rescue that person and wake them up?"
"Why did those bodies disappear?"
"And..."
Lance felt as if a little bee suddenly started buzzing around his ear.
When that person struggled out of the forest, everyone else was long gone. Standing by the roadside, he kept looking both ways, revealing intense confusion.
He glanced down at his simply bandaged wound and remembered what that person had said.
