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In the evening, the raid gathered around the campfire and began to discuss possible courses of action. Unfortunately, they didn't have many options left.
"Mealgor... I understand your feelings. But we won't achieve anything if we lose our lives here," Taniel tried to sound as calm and reassuring as possible. "We need to go back. If the demon wanted to kill Anu, he would have done it already. We'll return with reinforcements and bring her back; I promise I won't leave you."
The leader only clenched his fists in response:
"I can't... This is the biggest failure of my life. Even the destruction of my home village can't compare to this."
"It's not your fault," Magzargaz's gruff voice sounded. "Who knew that this damned nun would lose her mind?" The orc spat as he said these words.
An awkward silence hung in the air. No one wanted to think about the fact that Marianne and Bryce had betrayed them.
Hardundr took out his pipe, lit it, and then said:
"I remember the energy of this place. We'll find it, even if they hide it again."
Mealgor said nothing and turned his head towards Beleara:
"Without you, we definitely won't be able to do anything. What do you say?"
The elf sighed heavily:
"Let's go back. Yes, there are probably more demonic creatures there now, but even with only six of us, we can break through. We'll get to the place where we were ambushed, and then we'll figure something out. I'm sure we can send at least one of us for help. We have magic, we have strong warriors, we have Hardundr."
Mealgor was silent for a moment, then looked at all the survivors:
"Does everyone agree?"
The dwarf and the orc answered "Yes" in unison, Valentine nodded silently, and Taniel took the leader's hand:
"Everything will be alright. We won't let this go. You understand that this is far from a simple clearing of a cultist lair. This requires the intervention of the prefect and, perhaps, even the Inquisition."
Mealgor sighed heavily:
"Rest, regain your strength. Tomorrow, we break through and go back."