Gerard sprung up, starting Faith and Melein, who both leaned over him. The faces of many friends showed relief upon his waking.
"Thank goodness," Delilah said.
"The elves just barely repaired your mana lines, you idiot," Sprite said.
"What's going on? The battle? I didn't die?" Gerard asked.
"You completely shattered your mana lines. What on earth did you do to get yourself into that state?" Elder Faith demanded.
"I consumed five mana pills to transfer Fae into her new body."
"You're lucky you're not dead then."
"Luck has nothing to do with it. I had the best healer I know working day and night to help me." Gerard looked at Delilah and smiled.
"So what happened after I... Passed out?"
Fae stepped forward to the front of the group and pushed Gerard back into a lying position.
"The army retreated when we arrived. You killed so many before we could get there. What did you do?" Fae asked.
"I used my Shadow Foil..."