Waltz Of Ice And Demons
Captain Erion rushed over to Yandol's side, his eyes reflecting concern as he asked, "My Lord, are you alright?"
Yandol managed a reassuring smile and replied, "I'm fine, Erion. No need to worry."
However, Erion insisted, "What you did just now, it must have drained you of all your strength. You should rest, and we can handle the rest."
Yandol, breaking free of Erion's supportive grasp, maintained his seriousness. "I appreciate your concern, Erion, but there's no time to rest. We need to deal with the commander leading these demons before they decide to chase after our people."
Erion, though respecting his lord's resilience, couldn't help but express his worry. "My Lord, you've just unleashed a powerful move, and your condition—"
Yandol cut him off, "Erion, our people are still in danger, we can't let these demons advance. Every moment we waste is a moment they could be facing the onslaught. I can't afford to rest now. We must press on."