Aquila expressed her amazement throughout Vikir’s story.
 
And then, without hesitation, she told Vikir what he had been curious about.
 
“After you passed out, Madam escaped from the scene. The warriors of the Balak tribe followed you, but the deadly poison she had spread in all directions made it impossible to approach her recklessly. Rescuing you was all we could do.”
 
Whether it was intentional or not, Madam had fled, leaving deadly poison in all directions.
 
Due to the toxic mist created by them, the warriors and wolves could not reach her and eventually could not cut off her breath.
 
But…
 
Aquila said with determination, “But Madam must be dead by now.”
 
When Vikir turned his head, Aquila affirmed, “With those injuries, she can’t last long.”
 
That was true. Madam’s entire body had twisted, and she had lost various vital organs.
 
Her heart, liver, lungs, intestines, and other vital internal organs had all been pushed out of her body and were dragging on the ground, and even her exoskeleton had been completely destroyed.
 
Even her bones had shattered, and her brain inside had been torn into several pieces. So there was a very slim chance of Madam surviving.
 
Aquila had a reason to be so confident.
 
“Moreover, Madam fled to the ‘Cold Valley,’ known for its extreme cold even in the Flood. Even in July, it’s a place where ice forms. With a body that’s been completely destroyed, she can’t withstand the harsh climate there.”
 
In other words, Madam would either die from her injuries, starve to death because she couldn’t move, or freeze to death in the Cold Valley.

vikir says “I tried to kill Madam…”
 
The complete death of Madam. Vikir hadn’t confirmed it to the end, so he only spoke about the events leading up to it.
 
“I couldn’t defeat her with my strength alone, so I threw her down to the mountain. It was quite a struggle, but I was lucky to survive. I regret that I couldn’t completely cut off Madam’s breath.”
Vikir spoke calmly, but in truth, this was a remarkable feat.
 
Madam, who had tormented the indigenous people of the Mountains for so many years, had finally been driven away by a young hero’s hand.
 
Now, the indigenous people no longer needed to offer sacrifices.
 
They could use their light even on dark nights, and they no longer had to cower in fear during stormy nights.
 
This was enough to earn him the title of savior of all the tribes.