The sounds of the celebration grew distant. Lucen and Liam crouched against the top of the house, listening to Chester and Koril talk in the alleyway below.
The warm air clung tightly to Lucen, and his throat seized up with a mild fear. Their voices weren't low by any means, though. They didn't seem to care if anyone heard.
"The way the soldiers talk about your righteous blade," Chester teased, "try letting them lick it; it could have special powers."
"You're the one that made me waste so much time and mana to kill the beast," Koril complained. "There were so many more efficient ways, Warren was even there."
"Being efficient is nice, but morale is far better. All the soldiers are less cowardly now, more focused on your long sword."
Using your strongest attack to beat the leader was definitely a way to inspire morale. But he'd rather Chester focus on effective war plans. Now Lucen felt a bit embarrassed for how excited he was when Koril destroyed the Fiend Bull wolf.
