Doevm's paranoia

"We won, didn't we?" Olpi asked.

Elero put a hand on Olpi's shoulder: "Read the room."

"Oh."

Doevm scanned the melting corpses, their former enemies. If he were to sum all his victims' years together, before he brought them to their abrupt end, how many centuries would it be in total? In return, what did he gain? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He sighed, letting his mana fade. 'What a humiliating defeat,' he thought.

Thomas gestured to the growing flames: "Doevm, are we supposed to be moving away from that?"

Doevm pulled himself out of his thoughts: "Someone needs to carry Olpi. Frey, I need you to keep a watch on our surroundings in case there are any left. Stick close to one another. Kilot, are you coming?"