Amidst the resurgence of Earth Blood Worms, Drakon's frustration escalated into outright alarm. "Just where the hell is Rosaline?" he snapped, his voice sharp and laced with urgency, eyes scanning the chaotic battlefield.
Turning to Vargus, Drakon's tone bore a mixture of command and desperation. "Vargus, where—?" His question was cut short as Vargus, with a grim expression, pointed toward the throng of beasts. Drakon followed his gaze and his heart sank.
There, to Drakon's dismay, was Rosaline, not fleeing from, but charging towards the dangerous flock of beasts. "Not you too..." Drakon groaned, his voice a blend of disbelief and despair. His plea seemed to vanish into the chaos of the battle.
