Soon, a series of military jeeps arrived at the scene, kicking up dust and ash from the ruined ground.
The stronghold had sent reinforcements and transport.
General Magnus himself came over, giving a quick look at the situation.
When he saw Isaac, he nodded once, a rare look of approval crossing his usually stern face.
"You did good," the General said simply.
Isaac managed a tired salute in response.
Magnus turned to the others and barked out orders.
"Load up. We're heading back."
Everyone moved quickly.
Isaac was helped into one of the jeeps by Nero, who gave him a firm pat on the back before jumping into the front seat.
Tyr sat on Isaac's shoulder.
The Deathwood Guardian was stored back into Isaac's spatial ring.
Selene quietly sat beside Isaac, still pale, and shaken.
The engines roared to life, and the convoy rumbled back toward the stronghold.
Isaac leaned back into his seat, feeling every ache in his body.
