When Haizea meets the Wizard's gaze, she shakes her head. There's the confirmation you need, dragon knight. She doesn't move to get up as Haizea moves to get up, though.

"I am the one who will save this world." He states, coldly.

"Not choosing a side is the same as damning this world to oblivion." He adds with a grunt of effort as he pushes his blade forward, the cracks in the wall beginning to spread at a faster rate. His blade and the cracks all glow a bright white, growing too intensely bright to look at for more than a moment.

And Haizea's phone pings with a new text notification.