That night, the sudden halt of the demon horde caught us off guard. I instinctively reached for my mana, scanning the surroundings for potential threats, before realizing the scions had simply collapsed. Their exhaustion was palpable.
R'lissea tilted her head, her voice laced with curiosity. "We're stopping already? It's only been a week."
I shrugged, gently patting Fable's shoulder, urging him to lower himself and let me down. I was still a bit high for my liking, and to dismount comfortably, but R'lissea was there to catch me with a reassuring smile. Elise remained unconscious, which wasn't surprising considering the magnitude of her inheritance. I had spent days in a similar state after my breakthrough to sixth, but I anticipated a shorter recovery for her. Her inherent physical strength would undoubtedly accelerate the process.