The Nostalgic Dream
The Chimera Ant workers moved with relentless precision, their claws and mandibles digging into the soft earth as they widened the hole beneath the Mist Whale. Mikhailis stood a short distance away, his halberd planted firmly in the ground beside him. The battlefield was quiet now, save for the faint hum of Rodion's analysis in his ear. The mist swirled sluggishly, as if mourning the loss of its guardian, while faint glimmers from the Mist Whale's dimming runes bathed the area in an eerie light.
Mikhailis crossed his arms, watching as the workers secured the colossal beast. Its lifeless body seemed heavier now, as if the absence of its ethereal presence weighed it down further. The ground trembled when the whale's bulk shifted, and he felt the vibrations travel up through his boots.