Chapter 43 - Elves and Ichor Dryad

The freed captives were swiftly escorted to the coach after I blasted their chains apart with my lasers and sliced through the mana suppression bands using my claws. We set up camp, and Misty generously offered her tent, complete with a magical bathroom for them to clean up while she shared quarters with Valen. I was running on empty, Max was too mentally drained to fight, and the rest were either shaken or worn out. It had been a grueling day, and tackling the boss room would have to wait until dawn.