With his proficiency in nature spells and the help of Twik, Emery carefully guided the trio deeper into the desert sands. His roots burrowed and twisted through the earth, steadily pushing aside rocks and debris until they reached a solid rocky layer. There, he expanded the chamber, forming a secure and hidden refuge several miles underground.
Emery exhaled deeply, focusing on the task at hand. They had at least thirty minutes—if luck was on their side—before reinforcements would arrive. However, that meant staying out of sight until then.
"Let's use this time to recover!"
Grand Magus Miriel nodded in agreement. She moved quickly to assist the elderly Grand Magus Archie, whose breathing was labored. Her magic flowed seamlessly mending his injuries with a focused touch.
Meanwhile, Emery took a seat, carefully inspecting his injuries.
