The sun wanted to set beyond the mountain top.
The crimson sunset painted the entire sky.
Kane and the others were already scattered throughout the camp, guarding it to prevent a surprise demon attack.
The golden ripple underfoot suddenly stopped.
Upon looking back, Finaris was wobbling as she stood up, leaning on the golden scepter.
Her pale face hinted at significant energy expenditure.
A blue Hand of Magic floated over with a bottle of yellow potion, gently shaking it in front of Finaris, signaling her to drink it.
"Thank you," she murmured gratefully, downing the potion in one go, feeling her physical strength rapidly recovering.
"How is it? Has the sealing been repaired?"
Upon hearing Kane's question, Finaris nodded.
Since the objective was achieved, after a brief rest, everyone mounted their horses and set out on the return journey.
...
Late at night.
