(Third Person POV)
The sound of the alarm began to echo through the place, alerting both the witch and the marquis, who looked around cautiously.
Suddenly, the ground became unstable and began shaking from side to side.
"Don't tell me this is... that bastard."
"Witch, this castle is collapsing. We need to get out of here now!"
The witch bit her lip as she glanced to the other side, then finally turned to the marquis.
"Go, Marquis. I'll follow the White One."
"Are you insane?! We need to escape now and think about the White One later!"
"Thank you, Marquis, but our cooperation ends here. Farewell."
The witch quickly ran off before the marquis could respond, leaving him speechless and alone.
"Damn it! This is why I hate lunatics."
The marquis rubbed his head in frustration and headed in a different direction, leaving the castle behind.
Meanwhile, the witch was running as fast as she could, searching everywhere for any trace of the White One.
"Where did that bastard go?"
