Kaelen's gaze swept over the battered team, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
"Everyone, fall back, reinforcements are inbound."
They had done what they could. The wounded were stabilized, their bleeding stopped, their pain dulled, but none were in any condition to keep fighting. Not against that thing.
The casters in charge of teleportation moved swiftly, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as they carved a massive spell circle into the scorched earth. The runes pulsed with arcane energy, humming like a gathering storm. One by one, the rogues stepped inside, their faces etched with exhaustion and relief.
Alira stood at the edge, her fists clenched, her eyes burning with defiance. She wasn't ready to leave. Not while Derek was still out there without anyone to help him.
Suddenly THUD.
