The Otherworlder Summon cries out one last desperate plea as her face finally sinks into the specialty spell belonging only to the elven sage known as Serrentuk. "Amala! Please help mee-...!"
As soon as she's trapped within, the elf drops the spell, and an eerie quiet befalls the forest area. The ambient noise present feels tranquil, in spite of it being composed of the light crackling of the campfire, the sighs of the soldiers who survived unscathed, and the moans and coughs of the wounded.
Serrentuk drops to his knees, unable to keep standing. Nesparu, too, falls onto his backside as his strength leaves him, relief surrendering what little strength he had to just stay standing upright.
"Serrentuk, when your mana recovers, remove our soldiers from your Gate."
The ancient stoic sorcerer dips his head obediently, continuing to rest almost lifelessly in his kneeling position. Nesparu only knows the basic information about Serrentuk's gate passed down in his family for generations. It's a place that only Serrentuk can access, and he can control the contents and opening of the mysterious pocket at will. The downside is, for all of his mana, simply opening the gate depletes the elven sage's magic reserves almost immediately, and he can generally only sustain the opening for a few minutes. It's very possible that Zuzia could have outlasted Serrentuk's spell with her unprecedented strength and ability to resist being pulled into the gate.
"How... how was she so strong?" asks one of the human soldiers nearby. "I've never heard of anyone or anything being able to escape Serrentuk's spell."
"Right? Don't the legends say he captured a dragon with it?"
"I heard it was a fire-eyed force demon."
"A Hellwhip?" replies another. "That's just a myth."
"Well?" asks the second one as the soldiers look to Serrentuk expecting an answer.
Either not realizing it or not caring, Serrentuk neither responds nor moves.
The soldier awkwardly clears his throat, and another asks, "Do you know which it is, Commander?"
Nesparu sighs. He honestly doesn't, but he's not about to admit that. He's heard the rumors as well, but Serrentuk rarely speaks, even to the current head of the Contarro family. "The strengths of members of the Contarro household are not something to be discussed lightly. What's our status?" He looks to one of the junior officers approaching.
"Commander, the critically wounded number eight, and there are two deceased. As for those trapped in the Gate, that number is an additional eleven, for a total of twenty one incapacitated."
"Does... that include Sergeant Trephen?" asks one of the soldiers nearby hesitantly.
"Trephen?" asks Nesparu. "What happened to...?" He trails off as he remembers in the middle of answering. Trephen is the one who tackled Zuzia last, and she shoved him away.
It seems the lieutenant briefly forgot about him as well, as he grimaces. "T-Twenty two... casualties..." corrects the lieutenant quietly.
"Confirmed?" asks Nesparu, and everyone is silent. He orders quickly, "Find Trephen and confirm his status. What about the mercenaries?"
"They fled northward," replies the Lieutenant. "Everyone was focused on capturing the otherworlder, so we have no one in pursuit."
"Send riders immediately," orders the Commander. "We'll need the sellswords if we want any hope of controlling her when she's extracted."
"Right away, Commander!" The lieutenant quickly doles out orders, though Nesparu notices him limp briefly.
All this damage from one slovenly woman? I think his Imperial Majesty grossly underestimated a Divine Summon's power.
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