After the monster's destruction, the camp moved like a wounded creature. Cautious, slow, and determined not to die.
Mages redrew wards in the dirt with shaky hands, warriors gathered their gear, sorted the wounded, and cleared the battlefield of broken constructs, and the scattered corpses of the [Card Soldiers] were being studied by a rotating circle of arcanists under Victor's command.
"You're going to tell them, Miles?" Sarissa hushed, looking at the arcanists with the [Card Soldiers].
"I don't think they need the gods talk right now." Miles let out a wistful sigh. "Even more now, with the war approaching. It's just a gut feeling but… I think they'll find out when the time is right."
Cass oversaw the reformation of the defensive lines. Jake, Alric, and Elise took up sentry duties. Riven helped a collapsed barrier specialist back to the healer's tent, his shirt torn and burnt.
