"So in other words, we need to focus more on aerial weapons!"
John and his friends returned toward the depths of their zone, totally ignoring the threats of the Demon they had left behind.
They were dead tired, the kind of exhaustion that seeped into the marrow, yet the gears in John's mind were spinning too fast to allow for rest. There were too many variables, too many threats, and far too many things he needed to discuss with Goven.
As for his friends, the adrenaline was still surging. They were far beyond the point of sleep; they were in that manic state of post-battle euphoria, recounting tales of fighting Demons and falling silver ships to anyone who would listen.
The presence of a live Demon race member in their group was the ultimate proof of their adventure. As they marched through the central area of the zone, the humans, the Bulltors, and the Krogers approached with a mixture of awe and curiosity to examine the captive.
