Aurelius's mind raced back to the battle, the memory vivid and fresh, as if it had just happened.
Those masked attackers… they hadn't just been any group of raiders.
They were Lunar Tier Awakeners, every one of them skilled and dangerous. And their leader? A Stellar Savant.
The kind of opponent you'd want to avoid at all costs. But after the fight with the Sludge Lord, they hadn't had the luxury of avoiding anything. Exhaustion clung to them, every breath labored, every muscle burning with fatigue. Yet there was no choice.
It was either fight or die.
Aurelia had been the first to act. Despite trembling from the strain of using too much mana, she forced herself to heal them, her staff glowing with soft light as it mended their wounds and strengthened their bodies. Without her, they wouldn't have made it past the first wave.
