Vanne stood amidst the remnants of the fierce battle, his keen eyes scanning the area. He nodded in agreement, acknowledging the truth of August's observation.
"I've been on the scene for quite some time," he remarked, his voice steady and calm. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and activated his spiritual sense, allowing the energies of the surroundings to wash over him.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, a reassuring smile etching itself on his face. "The area is clear, August. There are no remaining threats," he assured, his tone laced with authority and confidence.
Hearing this, August heaved a heavy sigh, the weight of exhaustion settling on his shoulders like a leaden cloak. He slumped to the ground, his body finally succumbing to fatigue. The adrenaline that had fueled him during the battle faded, leaving behind a profound tiredness. His mana reserves were spent, and he felt the toll of the fight settle into his bones.
