Lassim stood silently beside Vaela under the still busy, but not as angry storm cloud he had summoned for the battle. With a quiet movement, he raised his hand, channeling his intent through the bond he shared with Zaphy.
Above, the crackling storm cloud responded to a wave of his hand, its shape unraveling as the dark mass broke apart, dissipating into the clear desert sky with the water and lightning mana dispersing.
The Nyxborn unicorns, their strange riders, and even the Nevaks were gone. All that remained were the drained, barely conscious rogue cultivators who littered the sand at the base of the outpost, completely powerless and now drained without the Horned-Rat's Favor.
Vaela gave Lassim a nod as she glanced at the defeated rogues.