When Erem arrived at the spot where the massive purple dome barrier stood, his eyebrows rose in surprise.
The entire team of junior knights lay scattered outside the dome, badly injured, each of them groaning or unconscious as they were treated by the senior knights — Kristoff, Raven, and the others.
Inside the barrier, only two figures remained.
The Thundercaw, bloodied and battered but still standing tall.
And Leon, kneeling on the cracked ground, his sword stabbed into the dirt as he leaned heavily against it, barely staying upright.
His armor was shattered, his body covered in cuts and gashes, and a brutal claw mark stretched across his chest. His breathing was ragged, each inhale painful.
While Raven frantically poured her remaining healing potions onto the injured knights, she shouted urgently at Kristoff.
"I need more healing potions!"
Kristoff and the other seniors, also tending to the wounded, quickly checked their supplies.
