Layn waited for only five minutes before ordering a complete stop of his group. With the monsters rushing after the Slavians, even five minutes of forced jog was enough for his group to distance themselves from the eyes of anyone who could observe them.
After all, they never truly entered the beast's territory. They only neared its border and used Layn's bait to lure them towards them!
"How many did we lose?" the archmage asked, feeling a gulp raising up in his throat.
"Sir, the count says there are four casualties. Two mercenaries, one Generian and one of your initial followers," Antion reported as soon as he managed to reach Layn's side.
'What the hell is this feeling?' the archmage thought, lowering his eyes on his hands. 'A grief? Even after everything I went through?' he thought, surprised by his own feelings.
