Planning the Next Assault  

Evie was quick to pat her head and said, "Right now, we should heal the injured. How's the village elder?"

Nori wiped her tears and forced a smile. "He's fine. Our healers are currently tending to him."

Lorelai sighed. "As much as I want to beat him up and the villagers for tying us up and even think of the blasphemous idea of burning us at the stakes, my pride and honor wouldn't allow me to beat anyone when they're already injured and couldn't fight."

Everyone's eyes then shifted to the aftermath of the battle. The village had suffered injuries, and some even died.

As the adrenaline of battle began to subside, the reality of their situation set in. The village had been saved from Voraxa's soldiers, but the Netherworld still faced looming threats.

The fate of Obsidianreach hung in the balance, and Ren and his companions knew that the shadows that had been momentarily pushed back would continue to encroach.