"Not dead, but still extremely weakened. And his summoned creatures look badly injured as well. Thankfully, they are regenerating," the voice of a young man echoed beneath the star-scattered night sky.
Axel glanced curiously at Aleron and the two majestic dragons lying beside him. Since Aleron had lost consciousness, his dragons had become separated from him.
Yet, like their master, they too were unconscious. With little else he could do, Axel knelt beside his brother and carefully applied a pale, herbal-scented ointment he had brought from home.
The salve glowed faintly as it spread across torn skin and scorched scales.
"That technique was incredible," Axel muttered under his breath. "Was it his Origin Ability? As expected of big brother... he has one just like me, although it seems far weaker than mine."
He stayed near the flickering bonfire, keeping vigilant watch, waiting patiently for Aleron to awaken.
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