As Erend soared through the sky and let the wind whipping past his face, his thoughts still going. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Two more threats remained and Erend knew they would be stronger, more dangerous. He needed to be ready.
But how?
The question gnawed at him. His strength now might not be enough for what was to come. Could he return to the Dungeon World, that otherworldly place where power could be earned, where every fight made him stronger? It had served him well before, allowing him to grow in ways unimaginable.
But was it enough to go alone again?
As his wings cut through the air, the world below shrinking into a blur of shadowy land and pale sky, Erend's thoughts shifted.
He wasn't alone anymore. He had comrades and friends who had fought beside him, risking their lives for the same cause. They were strong in their own right, and yet, the coming battles would require even more from all of them.
