Arthur flicked his blade, cleaning it of blood with a single motion before sheathing it. The shadow chains dissolved into wisps of darkness.
[You have killed Level 17 Drake (Epic)]
Hank flew to Skyla, fussing over her injured wing. Arthur approached, crouching beside the female hawk.
"You'll be fine," he said, pulling out another healing potion. "You all did well."
As he administered the potion, Arthur glanced at the drake's remains. Another summon, but he'd wait. For now, his focus was on his current team.
Hank nudged Skyla gently with his beak. "You were amazing."
Skyla's thoughts echoed faintly through the link: "Not as amazing as your master. So fast..."
Arthur pretended not to hear, a small smile playing on his lips. The bond between his summons was growing, and soon, they'd be ready for the real challenges ahead.
But first, they needed to get stronger. Much stronger.
"Rest up," he told his aerial squad, as he unsummoned them all.
