Tristan and Brian, having hastened their return to the heart of their camp, were greeted by a scene of utter chaos and devastation.
Their keen eyes swiftly swept across the war-torn landscape, assessing the aftermath of a fierce and momentous battle that had unfolded in their absence.
Their gaze fixated upon the summoning formation, the sacred nexus that held immense power and potential.
To their immense relief, the intricate glyphs and symbols etched upon the ground remained unscathed, untouched by the ravages of the recent conflict.
It was a testament to the resilience of their defensive measures and the enduring strength of their arcane arts.
However, their relief was short-lived, for their attention was swiftly drawn to a conspicuous absence—the very beasts that had been ensnared and imprisoned by their forces were nowhere to be found.
