3RD POV
The lift platforms groaned as they rose from the sinkhole, carrying stretcher after stretcher into the open night. Now that the suffocating fog was gone, Silas’s squad moved with precision, unloading the injured one by one. Airos. Nicholas. Hunter. Lyra. Ronan. Kenju. Others followed, some limping, some carried, all exhausted. Around them, the perimeter was locked down. Two squads stood ready alongside the king’s personal guard in gold and silver armor.
The Untamed Waves, led by Captain Aalto Aquafall.
The Wild Tornadoes, under Captain Aella Nimbus.
Criminals and surviving wind mages were shackled and dragged toward reinforced carriages. Healers rushed between the fallen, tending to the wounded magic warriors. Above the dungeon, the clearing had turned into controlled chaos; torches blazing, voices shouting orders, scribes documenting every name, every injury. Selin stood still, watching it all. Zana had already gone ahead with Severed to stay by their unconscious teammates… and to reassure the healers about the Tree-Trooper on Nicholas.
Silas: - Well, well, I hear you managed to save yourself down there.
Silas's voice cut across the busy camp like he was addressing a fashion runway instead of a disaster site. Selin raised an eyebrow.
Selin: - Someone had to. You were too busy painting the walls instead of helping, so...
Silas: - Excuse you, I was helping. That filthy cave was a national hazard. Do you have any idea what that humidity does to a good silk scarf? You should be thanking me for performing a public service.
Selin: - Hmmm, good thing you had your priorities straight. For a moment, I thought you actually cared more about saving our lives than your ridiculous obsession with style.
The beast mage let out a loud gasp and flicked open his ornate hand-fan with a snap.
Silas: - How dare you?! Such heinous accusations about me of all people!
Selin: - Yeah, you're right. The answer is painfully obvious.
Silas: - You're such a crowd woman. Always stomping around, glaring at people, like you're allergic to joy. Oh, Bestia, how will you ever find a spouse with that unrefined attitude?
Selin rolled her eyes.
Selin: - Please. I don't need anyone. But if it bothers you this much, we'll say I'm dating myself.
Silas: - Dating yourself? That's pathetic. Even you can do better than you.
Selin: - Well, it's better than dating someone who carries fans underground.
Silas: - Silk fans, thank you very much. They were limited edition, built from my own magic and scales.
Selin: - Wow. I don't care.
Silas clutched his chest as though she'd just stabbed him.
Silas: - You monster.
Selin: - I do my best, yes.
A nearby royal guard muttered to another.
Random guard: - Do they always talk like that?
The other just shrugged. The banter faded as both of them approached the command circle, where the real weight of the night was about to come crashing down.
Aalto: - Selin. Silas.
They turned to see Aalto approaching them with a stern expression, followed by Aella.
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Adventures Beyond The Void (Season 1)
FantasíaNicholas Blackwood is a fifteen year old boy who always thought his life would be deprived of any form of happiness, condemned to be constantly neglected by his parents, bullied by his peers and uncared for by the world. One day his parents decide...
