Calm settled over the woodland as the sky glowed pink and gold with the dawn's first rays. The sounds of a city awakening could be heard in the distance, and the midnight symphony that had filled the air began to fade. The group drove back to the city with the enormous haul Erik had amassed on his own.
Breaking the contemplative silence, Faelan couldn't help but express his amazement from the backseat. "Forty Mistlynx in less than a day, and all by yourself, Erik? Are you even human?"
Erik looked back, his eyes dancing between modesty and pride, and offered a playful half-smirk. "Just another day at the office for me."
Sylvi laughed, and it was a happy, natural sound. "I've seen teams of people have a hard time defeating 10. Besides, the Mistlynx often appear to have been through a war and have returned with the scars to prove it."
Elara said, her eyes penetratingly weighing up Erik with a newfound reverence. "And all on your own. Amazing doesn't even begin to describe that."