In the war room, a sense of tension hung in the air, but Vanne's smile broke through the heaviness as August arrived on the scene, ready to face the Shadowfang Panther. Hidaer nodded his head intently, his eyes fixed on the unfolding drama, while Brenae released a faint sigh of relief.
There was something about the blonde-haired youth that instilled a deep sense of assurance and confidence within Brenae, a feeling he couldn't quite articulate. Yet, his rational self whispered that despite this assurance, the apprentices would still face insurmountable challenge in defeating the first-grade Shadowfang Panther.
"Perhaps we are expecting too much of them, Hidaer," Brenae said.
"Perhaps," Hidaer replied, his but his gaze remained unwavering. "If the first-grade beasts are more than we anticipated, then Zephyr would step in. But it would also mean that the mission had no meaning to it whatsoever."
Vanne said after a contemplative pause, "Understood. But I trust in August,"
