The notification appeared before Darion's eyes, the words glowing in the familiar translucent screen that only he could see.
He blinked, his mind still reeling from the battle, his body still trembling with the aftermath of adrenaline.
The chaos of the fight had faded, replaced by a strange, echoing silence.
The birds were dead, the archers were safe, and the clearing was covered in feathers and blood.
His mind had been deep in thoughts, and he was kind of hopeless.
Standing there, staring at the corpses of the birds, he didn't even want to move.
The frustration was heavy in his chest, weighing him down like a physical burden.
Leaving here would mean losing all these birds, every single one of them, and the thought was almost unbearable.
He had worked so hard, fought so fiercely, and now he was being forced to leave most of them behind.
