Pale moonlight pillars broke through the trees as rhythmic buzzes and clicks of cicadas filled the cool night air.
A party of six stood above a beast they had just killed. It was their third fight in the span of three hours.
Lucky for them, they had faced two beasts and a spawn. With one rank three and three rank two mages, they had fared well.
Hadrian, meanwhile, had turned ground-burrowing creatures into his vessels.
They kept their distance, but by using elemental essence, they could move faster underground than they usually would.
"I can already hear it," one of the rank two mages said.
They'd gone back toward the river.
"You two can split and carry it for that distance?" Gurov asked the rank one space path mages.
The two nodded.
Slicing the beast in two with sharp rock protrusions from the ground, Gurov pushed it toward them.
Snapping their fingers at the same time, the beast's body vanished.
