'So, the show is over, and now it's time to settle the bill,' Dhruv thought as he glanced at the people.
Vexar's face was still full of blood, and he was doing his best to wipe it off by licking, but stubbornly enough there was still some left. Then, one of the water mages from the group stepped forward, deciding to lend a hand.
A sly smirk crept onto Dhruv's face as he observed this scene unfolding before him. He decided to cast an apologetic look at everyone and said,
"I suppose this is where we part ways. As I've mentioned before, there's a man safeguarding your friends or family members in the sleeping area. After you've reunited with them, we can each go our separate paths from there. Good luck."
Dhruv intentionally emphasized the words "Good luck," as if he were subtly challenging them, suggesting that their chances of survival in this unforgiving land, especially under these circumstances, were slim.