After safely retreating from the camp they had assaulted earlier, Azzam and the rest regrouped in a secure location, awaiting his return. The moment he arrived unscathed, Elynea swiftly descended from her perch, her anger palpable.
"What was that?" she demanded, her tone laced with frustration as she confronted Azzam head-on.
Perplexed, the knight inquired, "What do you mean?" He slowly lowered himself to a seated position, allowing Sheila to tend to his wounds.
"That was a pathetic display of your power," Elynea seethed, her disappointment evident. Dean and Luna, having joined them after ensuring their safety, refrained from interfering, silently acknowledging the gravity of the conversation unfolding before them. Elynea did not even spare a glance towards her fellow comrades as she continued her scathing critique of Azzam. "We know you are capable of better than that."
