"Fine." I squeezed her shoulder as a wave of dizziness hit me. "Just alittletired."
"More than a little tired." She caught my arm and helped me stay upright as I stumbled into her. "Bastian, do you have a regeneration potion with you?"
"Of course." Bastian pulled another vial from his rune and gave it to her. "I'm always prepared, love."
"You used too much power in a quick spurt," she scolded me as she popped the top off the vial.
"You've never complained about my quick spurts before," I chuckled darkly, swaying on my feet.
She rolled her beautiful blue eyes, but I didn't miss how her plump lips twitched as she held the vial to my lips and tilted it until the liquid spilled down my throat. "It's fine to do that when there aren't any other options, but even with your power boosts, you still need rest."
The regeneration took effect almost immediately, and my magic swelled to a higher level than it was before my attack. "With Bastian's power boost on the potions, it seems like my energy levels are better than they were before." I leaned in and kissed her nose before pulling back. "I think we'll be fine, sunshine."
Her brow rose, but she nodded. "If you say so. Bastian's potions are more potent than any other potion I've used before, so I guess it wouldn't hurt to test out that theory."
"Thank you," Bastian murmured, rubbing behind his neck as his cheeks went pink. "That means a lot coming from you."
Her features softened immensely as she smiled at him. "You're powerful. You all are. I just don't know all of your limits yet. I don't want you to push yourselves too hard."
"Thanks, bug." Aimon grinned at her. "We'll learn the limits, but we need to find them first."
We took to the cloud-scattered sky once again, and Silas led us this time rather than Fawn. She stayed slightly behind him, but her gaze stayed scanning the vast grasslands below.
The closer we got to the capital, the darker the skies became. Gray clouds rolled over our heads, and dreary mist seeped into my bones. The sinking feeling in my gut left me with an ominous sensation.
We passed over the small village that was located in between the adventurers guild and the capital. Sure enough, there was a monster attacking. A grockett slithered its rock body through the cobblestone streets, decimating a few small homes. It crumbled the stone beneath it, and it shook the earth with every motion.
The monster escaped into the long grass surrounding the village. It camouflaged itself perfectly, thanks to its head and back, which was covered with grass.
Hot stone and steam lingered in the air, and there was a hint of death with it. The entire area was in disarray, and the mages that lived there looked to be huddled in the remains of one stone building in the center of the village as a party from the guild foughtanothergrockett on the left side of the village.
Silas was the first to take action this time.
Hopefully, Jasper jumping in front of Fawn to save her so many times had gotten through to her that she didn't need to fly headfirst into danger anymore. She had us to back her up, and that was exactly what we were going to do.
We descended from the sky and landed next to the party of adventurers fighting the grockett. It didn't take long for me to notice a third grockett in the vicinity. The party that was fighting the monsters had split up. It didn't even seem like they noticed the third grockett that slithered away.
There was a woman, an electricity mage, who seemed to command the party and shout orders to the two mages with her. She had bright blonde hair and golden eyes that matched the color of her lightning. She cast several bolts of electricity at the grockett, but it did little to stop its destruction of the homes as it came at her and any other mage that it sensed.
Two other mages weren't too far away as they fought the other grockett.
"Shay!" Fawn called out to the electricity mage.
The woman glanced back at her with sweat dripping down her relieved face, and they seemed to communicate with one look.
"Come together!" Shay screamed out.
Her party abandoned their original fight to join back with her.
Fawn threw her hands out toward the grockett the other two mages had been fighting, and streams of fire exploded from her palms toward the monster.
In my peripheral, Bastian stumbled backward and ran his hands through his hair as the fire consumed his vision.
Fawn's fire magic was so potent that the grockett's rock body crumbled under the heat, and the grass on the monster burnt to nothing.
"Bastian," I snapped, jogging over to him.
His head whirled toward me, and the color returned to his pale face. "Thanks."
