Meylin's aura surged, a dense wave of power spreading through the chamber and drawing the attention of every warrior present.
"Our loss is terrible," she began, her voice steady despite the exhaustion etched into her features, "but the price our enemies paid to obtain it was equally severe. Robuke and Mikela sustained serious wounds, and neither of them will be in any condition to fight for some time. The Curse Eaters did not fare much better, and even Nito was injured after we triggered the final defensive formation of the Empyrean World."
The warriors in the room exchanged glances before offering solemn nods. They trusted Meylin's judgment, and her analysis aligned with what they had witnessed. The battle had not been one-sided; the enemy had bled as well.
