Elaria knelt beside the Unicorn Leader, her fingers brushing against its blood-stained wing. The once-pristine white feathers were soaked in red, and the sight made her chest tighten.
"Your Majesty, many unicorns are wounded," she said softly, her voice tinged with worry. The Unicorn Leader let out a low, steady cry, as if reassuring her that the injuries were nothing to be concerned about.
Renjiro, who had been observing the aftermath of the battle, suddenly remembered something. A small smile played on his lips as he reached into his space ring.
"Before I left the territory, I brought a few barrels of Water from spring just in case," he said. "Didn't think I'd actually need them." With a wave of his hand, several large wooden barrels appeared before them.
When he pried open the lids, the liquid inside shimmered with a soft, glow, radiating powerful magic.
