Lind had nothing left. His crystal was dim and just shy of being cracked while his body was in not much better state. His natural healing was barely keeping him awake and he did not dare to down an elixir at that point.
The pair carried him to the prone form of Delenn and Mills was recovering next to her. The pair of women guarding them were odd. He knew what they were supposed to be but unlike Lord Skinwalker or the dragons he met in the Divine Inheritances, they did not feel like Divine Realm cultivators.
"Projections?" The pair looked at each other in sync and sighed.
"You would not yet understand. Still, you have surprised us and likely marked yourself for further issues in the future. The bastard is not one to forgive defeat. I would take him at his word that he can get at your family." The blonde spoke as lively as before but she was far more serious than the last time.
The brunette looked him over and frowned.
