"Over here!" Yugong Naya's sister suddenly exclaimed.
"The Screwdriver" turned to look, and the battlefield was shifting in this direction.
"Run! The evil dragon is coming this way!"
"Danger, let's go quickly!"
The clamor rose and fell.
"Other departments, leave first! Those alive from the Battle Department, follow me!" Probably the head of the Battle Department, he drew a broken sword.
"The Screwdriver" was supported by people from other departments and rapidly flew away with the wind—everyone present could fly, except for her.
A thirty-meter-high fir tree was raging in the gale, like a plastic bag, furiously swirling down.
"The Screwdriver" heard a scream and fainted again.
This was already the fifth time. "The Screwdriver" fell into despair, thinking that perhaps it would have been happier to have been killed the first time.
"Great winds rise with clouds flying high!" A haughty and defiant voice echoed throughout the mountains.