"Tevar is coming," Verdant warned him. Only with that warning did he finally stop.
His arms were tired. His whole body, really, was tired. The lack of sleep had drained him. But despite that fatigue, he still felt that he could have gone on for longer. It was nothing compared to the intensity of a long battle. It had been a calm bit of meditation in comparison.
The medical professor had arrived before Tevar had, bearing Oliver's clothes.
"I don't suppose he has to wait for an announcement before he gets his clothes back, does he?" The man called out to Tevar as the General strode over. "Dawn has already come, after all."
Tevar gave a nod, and made a motion with his hand, indicating that it was fine. The professor tossed them into Oliver's arms as soon as he was given approval. The professor grabbed Oliver's shoulder after unburdening himself, feeling his body temperature.
