Karl returned to the healing area, where Dana was washing blood from freshly healed injuries, and thousands of exhausted Immortals were scattered on the ground.
"Are you alright? Is everyone still with us?" Karl asked, as he did a mental head count, and hugged Dana before stroking her hair to help her relax.
"I'm here. I don't think that we lost anyone, but I haven't seen Opal in a few minutes."
The little Fae appeared on her shoulder and giggled. "I'm here. I just sent a bunch of Immortals to hell for a vacation."
Dana wasn't sure if the mischievous former butterfly meant that literally, or as an illusion. But she didn't really want to know. She had enough to deal with already, and finding out that Opal had literally used her illusions to dump a bunch of hapless warriors into a portal to hell would require more mental effort than she was feeling up to right now.
