As the dust settled and the final echoes of battle faded, the warriors slowly lowered their weapons, their eyes still wary as they watched the fallen beast. The once terrifying monster now lay motionless, its twisted form sprawled across the scarred ground.
Ethan briefly considered making the monster one of his slaves, but he reconsidered. He couldn't do it in front of all these creatures. Besides, he was already strong enough.
Faelan walked toward Ethan with his breath heavy with relief and exhaustion. He turned to Ethan with eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and awe. The other warriors gathered around, their expressions mirroring their leader's sentiments.
"You actually did it," Faelan said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Your arrows—they have a mythical energy to them."
Ethan offered a modest smile. "Thank you. But it wasn't just me. Your warriors fought bravely and without them, this would not have been possible."
