"Eleric, get Darius, we have to leave immediately," I state, reinforcing my magic circles with as little mana as possible, to help quell my aching heart.
"Right," He responds, heading off to do as I asked.
"What? Why? There are still people who need our help here!" Larien retorts, most likely recalling scenes of the chaos he's just witnessed.
"Take a look at yourself for a second," I state calmly, attempting to sound some logic into him. "We've all depleted a great amount of mana. What do you want to do? Fight the fire with your bare hands? Then what about the dragon? I can sense it heading this way right now."
"That's..." Larien stutters, unable to come up with anything to say to counter my argument.
"I was able to hold it off for a bit in the dungeon, but without magic, we're practically feeding ourselves to it. Besides..."
