Vepas grimaced as he faced the disastrous scene before him.
"Good victory." He said in a muffled tone, then turned away.
A group of soldiers rushed into the crater, hoisting his now-unconscious opponent over to the side for healing. They pulled out a vial filled with familiar yellow fluid and poured it down his throat.
Seconds later, all the wounds on his body began to heal.
Melchior feigned interest in it for a brief minute then returned to normal in a bit. He walked over to where he had dropped his cloak and Stormrage, putting them back on him and covering his being immediately.
It was curious how much safer he felt with the cloak on his body. Stormrage's subtle weight also returned the little security he was used to having.
Had he grown too reliant on the weapon?
