บท 791: Beware of Evils with Wings        

As the battlefield settled into an uneasy calm, the group took a collective sigh of relief. 

Amidst the lull, Ren found himself drawn to the still form of Iraelyn, who lay unconscious nearby. 

The weight of the recent battle pressed on everyone, and this moment of respite allowed for much-needed recovery.

Ren's gaze lingered on the sleeping Oni like female, her formidable presence softened in the quiet reprieve. 

Iraelyn was an imposing figure even in rest, bore the size and stature of an Oni warrior. Her dark skin spoke of the Oni race, marked by the scars of countless battles and victories. The horns on her forehead, a distinctive feature, added an air of mystique to her slumbering form.

Beads of unruly short red hair framed her face, a testament to the untamed spirit that resided within her. The aftermath of the battle had left some strands in disarray, lending a wild elegance to her appearance.