"Calm down, Lann."
In the midst of everyone's sorrow and regret, Gandalf stepped forward, his tone soothing.
"They've all been pierced in the chest by Azog and his men, it's too late now... Sorlin's final regret was not being able to bid farewell to everyone. Let him leave peacefully, okay?"
Lann knelt on the ice on one knee, his eyes continually scanning the three dwarves lying on the ground.
The Qilin observed from this side, its elegant and noble form blocking others who wanted to approach. However, its feline-like face also turned in this direction.
Rong Buqiu was equally saddened, its furry little forepaws held against its chest as it approached Lann, meowing softly.
"This isn't the time for that."
The Demon Hunter didn't even glance at the Old Wizard who stepped forward.
