After reminding Bruto, Lancelot raised his arm, a green glow lit up at his fingertips, lightly tapping on the trident's shaft, and uttered in a low voice:
"Flee!"
The talismans attached to the trident lit up one by one, and the next instant, the soil under everyone's feet parted like waves, starting to fall freely downward. The young dwarf cried out in fright, clutching Lancelot's legs tightly, while the elf priest and human scholar steadied themselves after initial panic, each grabbing one of Lancelot's arms, as he held his trident, eyes fixed on the ground below.
Under the influence of gravity, their speed became akin to arrow flight after only a few moments, swiftly traversing caves and tunnels. Suddenly, Lancelot's lips moved slightly, with his voice directly reaching Kalalin's ear:
"It's now!"
