"That was incredible! I knew you all had it in you!" Finnick cheered the trio as he approached, his grin wide and infectious.
Vithorian, now steady on its feet, felt relief as its internal mana reserves gradually replenished. The three stood together, analyzing the recent battle with intense scrutiny, each lost in their own thoughts.
Vithorian was acutely aware of the limitations imposed by its mana capacity. If it had failed to take down the dagger-wielding woman, the consequences would have been dire. Defeat could have meant exposure as one of the dead, an outcome that would jeopardize the master's intricate plans.
