The forest had finally fallen quiet. Just the faint crackle of fading mana. Just their breaths. Steadying after battle.
Amon slid his weapons back into his hold, tension still tight in his shoulders.
Eliana wiped stray blood from her cheek. Marcus rolled his wrist, catching his breath.
Seraphina and Arnold scanned the treeline, their auras still ignited. Just in case.
"Should we go back to the airship?" Amon asked. For some reason he didn't want to stay here. He got a gut feeling. Most of the time, out of curiosity, he ignored it. But here, there was nothing to be curious about.
Need to go back! I am getting chills here.
"Yeah. I think we should leave now. Before another enemy comes. It's better to be near the professors." Seraphina agreed with Amon. She could not stay here much longer. Those enemies were mostly targeting her… and Arnold. But she didn't realize it yet.
"Alright then, let's go," Eliana said while brushing her platinum blonde hair.
