Watching the girls finish off the creature and then move deeper into the cavern, Ruben let the crystal dim, the projection vanishing until only the faint glow of its runes remained.
Beside him stood Wayana, the Wark girl Logan had tamed along with her tribe, and Irma, the maid who had been at Ruben's side since the start. Both had been watching silently; their faces reflecting pride and worry in equal measure.
Logan exhaled slowly, fatigue pressing down on him. His mana core still pulsed unevenly as it tried to repair itself.
He hadn't dared use any magic since the battle. He knew he was going to be in a world of trouble when Lisa returned, but in his mind, it wasn't so bad so long as he took it easy and avoided pushing himself.
