Knights of Tezoth

— The only one mocking our "futile audacity" is that one-eyed traitor. If this world were cold or hot because of our presence, we would have all either returned home or simply died in the explosion. But overall, I understand what you mean — it's terrifying to imagine what secrets lie hidden in these lands. It's precisely the thought of what unimaginable creatures we might encounter here that makes me uneasy.

- Well... It turns out we're encroaching on the home of these unimaginable creatures, so they have every right to dislike us. Maybe we should try to convince His Bravest to wait until the rubble is cleared, instead of testing everyone's fate?

— I'm afraid there's no turning back. We've already discussed this — the rubble is too large, it would require too many resources, which His Wisest does not see as prudent. Rather, believing that our kingdom would pour a mass of resources into this. Of course, my father and the young lord are surely indignant right now and are probably contemplating rushing to save us, but unfortunately, the rubble is so massive that even they would be forced to admit the futility of that plan. Nothing remains for us but to take matters into our own hands and get out on our own.