Joan was left with no mana to spare. It has no problem if he will teleport himself but with his carriage, it will be a difficult task. Minding that he was already low on mana when he fought. Still in the process of regaining mana and stamina.
In their home, silence struck him. No horse to neigh, no chicken, cockadodle-do, none at all. Only the wind that was brushing in the wheat field was heard. Stopping immediately after a few seconds. Silence overtook after the wind stopped.
Joan was there on the fence with no one to talk to. Seeing some spawned Imps from afar that were dancing in their songs.
Joan felt empty, but still, he moved on and continued his life.
He walks back to where Isaias was but Imps were blocking the road towards him. Preparing his strength, he crouched like a cheetah.
