Vuvi steps forward with Pip at her side, the rest of the team fanning out behind them across the churned farmland, mud sucking at their boots while the distant roar of Syraleth's massed army rolls toward them like a slow, inevitable tide.
Zora glances at the churning army in the distance and sighs like a man who has just decided his entire day is officially complete, opening a shimmering violet portal without missing a beat.
"Good luck, all of you," he says merrily, one foot already through to the other side. "I'll warm up the healing potions."
"Are you seriously just going to abandon us?" Vuvi asks, mouth falling open in disbelief.
Zora shrugs, a hand halfway into the shimmering violet light. "You're welcome to join me."
"At least get the dwarves somewhere safe first," Veena suggests helpfully.
