'As Marth has just said, Professor Vastor is a man of many talents. Maybe he Forgemastered something capable of bringing him to safety in the case he lost consciousness.' Solus pondered.
'After all, Zinya is no Healer and we both know that injuries can look way worse than they actually are. A mage doesn't survive as long as Vastor did without picking up a few tricks along the way.
'I mean, we are far from having the knowledge that Royal Forgemasters share, and yet our equipment allowed us to hold our ground against Night. Vastor could easily have an armor as powerful as War.'
By the time Protector returned home, Selia, the children, and the beasts were fast asleep in Lith's room.
"By the Great Mother, Scourge, I would've never thought that the day would come when I envied your paranoia." Ryman had spent almost an hour just looking at his asleep children and checking their bodies with Invigoration before leaving the room.
