บท 426: Passing on a Message

Doevm steered the Wyvern towards the stars, putting a layer of clouds between himself and the camp of angry War Monks below. Now out of the enemy's range, he relaxed his grip. They drifted along, letting the rush of battle wear off.

"I have never seen so many War Monks at once," Thomas gushed, still holding tight onto Doevm's back.

"I have, but not in this life," Doevm said, glancing over his shoulder.

Thomas gestured to his wounds with a mix of fear and awe on his face. "I feel like I could pass out at any moment! Isn't that weird? And wow the hero is amazing! He nearly killed me! I almost died." His brief, adrenaline-filled elation turned into silent worry.

"There were too many of them for just us, but we got what we came for: information. Actually, it went better than I could have hoped."

"Th-that's good," Thomas hesitated. He poked at one of his open wounds and winced. "I'm not going to die again, am I?"