Chapter 62
Krios, who has been silently assessing the situation, nods in agreement with Thalion's statement. "Yeah, but before that, we need to help our men kill the remaining ants first," he interjects, his voice firm. His eyes scan the battlefield, where their comrades are still engaged in skirmishes with the lesser ants that swarm the area.
Gorak, despite his grievous wound, clenches his axe tighter, a determined glint in his eyes. "That's right, I can still move," he asserts, preparing to rejoin the fray.
Thalion, observing Gorak's struggle to even stand properly, places a hand on his shoulder, urging him to reconsider. "Brother Gorak, I know you want to help, but you need to stop and rest," he says, his concern evident. Thalion's tone is firm, brooking no argument, understanding the risk of Gorak exacerbating his injury.