Yakuza sat down heavily on a chair by the war table, his armour clinking softly as he exhaled.
"We managed to push back the line on the front, but only by so little. Who would have thought they would send twelve high mages as backup?" he said grimly.
Tristan grimaced.
"If we hadn't called a retreat there, the losses might have been massive."
Lena nodded.
"I wonder how the others are doing on their fronts. They haven't called for reinforcements yet, so I assume things are going well on their end."
She paused briefly before adding,
"I'm actually thinking about going to support our heroes on the east. Unlike you two, I still have energy to spare. You should rest."
Yakuza let out a quiet breath as he glanced at Lena and Tristan's battered bodies.
"I am curious though…Whatever happened to Sir Elion?" he asked, "It has almost been a month, no?"
At that exact moment, the tent flap opened, and Elion stepped in, just like that.
He raised a hand awkwardly.
