Damian stood with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, given to him by Vidalia—The Runic Blade of Eldoris. Which, was a complete scam. Why would anyone call an enchanted blade "runic"? That was false advertising at its finest.
Einar and Yovan approached from the edges of their unit, where Damian had sent them to take charge. Sam was with them, of course.
"Where are they?" Einar asked, standing beside him and following his line of sight toward the distance.
"They're waiting for us in that small clearing, about 20 meters from there. That's where their spell range likely ends," Damian replied. "They're not exactly hiding. They know we can see them."
"What are we waiting for, then?" Yovan asked, gripping his staff.
