As Terry glanced at Vanessa, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. Despite her temporary surge in strength, she remained grounded and focused. She hadn't allowed the power to go to her head, nor did she let it blind her to the dangers that still lurked around them.
Terry admired Vanessa's ability to maintain her composure in the face of adversity. She had shown restraint, wielding her newfound abilities with calculated precision. It was clear that she understood the importance of balance and control, even in moments of intense combat.
"Perhaps she deserves some thrust… or she might be acting like this to make me think like this," Terry thought. "She is quite cunning, isn't she? The version of Vanessa in my head."
In any case, the number of attacks at night fell considerably. It seemed that the fire drakes liked the day's warmth more than the night's cold wind.
