Erolia breathed a sigh of relief as the sky cleared of whisp-hounds. They had survived the onslaught that would have devastated many.
It was miraculous. In fact, the very power they possessed could be considered a miracle in itself. Then again, they were only able to do so much because Cregar had adhered to the rules enough not to send anything higher than the peak of the lower stage.
A hundred whisp-hounds in the middle stage would have forced them to flee.
At best Noah believed the power they wielded could be comparable to the middle stage, apart from the joint offensive of the seven explosive birds. Those creatures had even drained a huge portion of their combined pool.
"We did it," their mixed voice sounded. The expanding black cloud continued to generate rumbling sounds similar to a storm, but those noises quickly faded into the background as the duo basked in the pleasure of their newfound might.
