Adrius and Lysander remained in the air for a few seconds. They hovering above the fallen giant beast. The battlefield below them had quieted a little bit, the relentless assault of the other beasts now reduced.
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As they looking down they noticed that the remaining creatures seemed to falter. Some even appeared to be in grief with their eyes fixed on their fallen leader. Something that supposed to be impossible to feel by these mindless beasts.
"Phew... It's over," Lysander said with exhaustion because his energy depleted from the battle. "We can go down and rest. I don't think they have any fight left in them."
However, Adrius did not lower his gaze. His eyes scanned the battlefield with worriedly. "We can't let our guard down just yet. I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe there's still danger lurking around here."
Lysander turned to look at Adrius and his words sinking in. He knew that Adrius might be right but the fatigue and pain from the earlier attack made it hard for him to focus. His body ached, his muscles protesting with every movement. He was worn out, the magic he had channeled taking a heavy toll on him.
"Maybe you're right," Lysander said, his voice tinged with weariness. "But I'm spent, sir. I need to rest."
Adrius glanced at Lysander, noting the strain in his features. "You've done more than enough. Go to the ground, find a healer, and regain your strength. I'll keep watch."
Lysander hesitated for a moment, but he knew that Adrius was right. He needed to recover if he was going to be of any use later. Lysander nodding in agreement then he began his descent.
Once his feet touched the earth, Lysander wasted no time. He immediately began searching for a healer among the soldiers, his body practically screaming for relief. The battle had taken its toll, and he knew he couldn't afford to ignore his injuries any longer.
As Lysander made his way through the battlefield, the soldiers who had witnessed his bravery parted to let him pass, their expressions a mix of respect and concern for his condition when they see his tattered robes. He could see the gratitude in their eyes but all he could think about was finding a healer.
Adrius remained in the air, his senses heightened as he scanned the surroundings. He knew something was still out there, something that had not yet revealed itself.
"It must be the harbinger I read from the record," Adrius finally said.
Erend nodded, his expression serious. Eccar listening carefully.
"You mentioned there were four of them. We managed to kill one. It was relatively weak, but its power was undeniably strong. You took down another—"
Before Erend could finish, Adrius cut him off. "I'm not sure it's truly dead."
Erend frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Even after we killed that giant beast I can still feel something wrong. A lingering presence, a feeling that the threat isn't completely gone."
Erend considered Adrius's words, understanding the gravity of what he was saying.
"So, you think the harbinger on your side might not be entirely defeated?"
Adrius nodded, though Erend couldn't see it. "Yes. It's possible that what we faced was only part of it or perhaps just a manifestation of its power. I need to investigate further, and we need to be prepared for whatever comes next."
"Alright. We'll talk again later and figure out our next course of action. In the meantime, stay vigilant."
"Of course," Adrius replied. "You do the same, Erend. We can't afford to let our guard down."
With that, the telepathic connection between them faded, leaving both Adrius and Erend deep in thought, each preparing for the next inevitable confrontation with the forces of the harbinger.
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