From the perspective of his comrades, watching their party leader fall into oblivion must have been truly harrowing.
"JOHN...!!"
Sophie's intensely-strained voice cried, just coincidentally catching the sight of her close friend's body dropping from high above.
No matter what she tried, there was nothing she would be able to do, and she knew it. Hell, even if she somehow could retrieve his falling body, her ability could only be used on herself, and healing potions also had distinct limitations.
If whatever happened to him had impacted his heart, there was simply nothing that could be done.
"Gh, this...!"
"Hey, it's okay. It'll be alright. You know how that guy is... He's strong."
A hand placed on her shoulder, Sophie turned her head to see Anders, his surprisingly composed voice serving to ground her disorderly mind, and even somewhat stabilise her fluctuating mental state.