The battle raged on against the Borisin, bodies falling one by one, screams and roars echoing through the land. Things have been difficult, the wolf monsters relentless in their conquest for death and destruction. The High Cloud Quintet had been sent to take care of them, Jingliu going off on her own to defeat their leader: Hoolay. Yingxing, Baiheng, and Jing Yuan had stayed together, fighting with all they had.

Dan Feng was with them, his Cloudhymn magic surrounding the area, covering them so they could fight without harm. Though, the High Elder’s mind was focused on you and how you were doing. He only hoped the voices in your head weren’t loud enough that you couldn’t hear anything, though there’s no doubt they were.

“Is it—“ Jing Yuan grunted, sweat forming on his brow as another borisin fell, “— time to bring them yet?” Dan Feng only sighed, looking around and seeing the creatures surround them. There were hundreds, maybe a thousand, of them. This wouldn’t be easy without any help.

“I suppose it is.” The Vidyadhara nodded, hardly surprised that you had suddenly come up next to him. You had a habit of doing that for a reason beyond him. Dan Feng gazed at you, a knowing look in his eyes as he gestured to the army in invitation. “Don’t make too much of a mess, my love. The blood is hard to get out.”