As August emerged from the tent's confines, the vibrant world outside greeted him with warmth and radiance. The sun, hovering high in the sky, cast a golden glow that enveloped the surroundings, lending an ethereal quality to the scene. Its gentle rays caressed the faces of his two comrades, Claire and Diana, whose expressions were a blend of anticipation and concern, illuminated by the soft illumination.
Claire, her curly dark brown hair imbued with hues of auburn, danced freely in the gentle breeze, framing her face with a captivating allure. She took the initiative to break the silence, her voice filled with genuine worry. "Master August, how are you feeling after yesterday's battle? We were worried about you. We all heard that Great Sorcerer Zephyr of the Brander Clan came to everyone's rescue and drove the enemy sorcerers away. Is that true?"
