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- We need to move on. We can’t stay here any longer. Every day spent here decreases Ana’s chances of survival!
The entire raid was silent, listening to the leader’s angry tirade. Only Bryce dared to interrupt:
- Who knows what dangers await us ahead? You saw it yourself: there are huge numbers of demons further on, and besides, we might encounter traps set by the cunning demon. I think it’s foolish to rush headlong. Here, we have some kind of shelter where we can rest and regain our strength.
For the past few days, Mealgar and Magzargaz had been venturing out during the day and luring small groups of enemies into the hall, where the raid would deal with them, and in this way, the caves were gradually being cleared, but there were still too many enemies to move forward properly. This, as well as Morning’s death, explained the leader’s anger.
- Enough time has already passed, - Fenaram ventured to say. - Perhaps the prefect has already noticed our absence and sent help...
- To hell with help! - the orc spat. - What will they find here? A bunch of cowards sitting around with their tails between their legs?
- So, you’d rather die than maintain a good reputation?!
- Quiet, darling, quiet... - Taniel soothed her fellow elf. - Shouting won’t help... I suggest we stay here a little longer. Fenaram, Beleara, Hardundr, and Marianna can set up a magical defense network so that the demons don’t attack us at night. We’ll gather our strength and break through. But we need to weaken the enemy a little more. Everything will be alright, don’t worry.
The calm and melodic voice of the elf really calmed the raid, even the angry Mealgar. Gradually, everyone went to prepare defensive fortifications: both magical and ordinary barricades. The heroes were silent, as each was lost in their own thoughts. And only Bryce smiled under his helmet:
- I want to see the horror in their eyes when they discover the “demon’s” new masterpiece in the morning, - he thought, stroking his axe.