Lyerin stood amidst the remains of the battlefield, with his breath coming in slow, controlled exhales.
"Phew!" He mumbled as he wiped the sweat on his forehead.
He was back in his human form, his Eldren energy drained to its very limits.
The once towering eldritch form he had, had receded, leaving him vulnerable in appearance but still formidable. His flesh and blood remained powerful, brimming with the energy of someone who had faced the abyss and come out stronger.
All around him lay the bodies of the slain, the eldritch fleshers he had mercilessly cut down, their twisted, grotesque forms now lifeless and still. The other horses, now also devoid of life, were strewn across the ground like discarded toys.
"We've cleaned almost all of them now, what do I need to do next?" he mumbled while looking around him.
Despite the depletion of his Eldren, Lyerin felt an odd sense of satisfaction.