After a few hours, Shushuk, Rio, and the mage whose name the warriors of Ansgar don't even need to mention, emerge from the caves and find themselves not far from the place where they entered.
Ah, if I had gone north, I could have fought some other minotaurs.
- You're lucky, mage. Today, your head will remain on your shoulders. Now we can rest, and tomorrow we'll head back to the city.
So, we're returning to the city, to the Grove of Ansgar. Maybe someone else survived and returned.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт