Lu Shen read the message Zeyang had sent him: "Are you okay? They said there was a clash in Yanghoun."
The sorcerer looked at the faces of the doctors and civilians. The clash had taken place in the nearby village, but the wounded were being brought there to receive aid.
"Yes, they attacked a nearby village. My camp is far enough away."
"When are you coming back?"
Lu Shen smiled. "I don't know yet, maybe tomorrow or the day after."
"Be careful."
"Yes."
It was his third day in that place, but Lu Shen felt as if he had been trapped there for much longer. Fortunately, his father had been busy and he had only run into him a couple of times.
He had prepared the artifacts, filling them with his own magic, and the next day he would finally be able to raise the shield and leave.
"How far along are you?"
The sorcerer stiffened at the sound of his father's voice. "Tomorrow I'll raise the shield."
"Excellent! The situation has become more delicate, and our position here more dangerous after yesterday's attack so close by."
"Yes, I know."
"We're all counting on you, Shen'er."
The sorcerer nodded. "I have to go now," he said, heading toward his tent.
He checked everything he had prepared once more, then went to lie down, hoping he would be able to sleep at least that night. He needed it to regain his strength or, the next day, he wouldn't be able to complete the shield.