They had already left, yet were again given a kick on the butt. Gulelie's face turned livid, and the councilors by his side were on tenterhooks, dreading that Gulelie would fly into a tantrum and ask them to fight again. But after some grimaces, Gulelie finally controlled himself.
"Suicidal!"
Gulelie cursed and then turned and left. He didn't demand to return to the battle, much to the relief of the councilors around him.
With the retreat of the Double-headed Black Dragon, the troops on the Gentle Wind Plain immediately seized the time to rest.
All dragons went into rest mode, and the Dragon Riders hastily ate and cleaned themselves, then fell asleep on the spot. No one knew when the next assault would come, but these veterans knew that if they couldn't get enough rest before the next attack, the most likely outcome awaiting them would be a dead end.
