Movement to their left made both Council members tense.
Pho emerged from the treeline, his massive eight-foot frame moving with predatory grace.
The Deathfrost Demon's white eyes intently tracked Warren, its ice axe poised in one massive hand.
He was fully healed.
Showing no signs of the injuries he'd sustained fighting Warren in the dark mana barrier.
Whatever had happened in that enclosed space, Pho had recovered completely.
His bluish skin had returned to its normal coloration, no longer the dark navy that had marked his boost.
But the power radiating from his presence hadn't diminished.
If anything, it now felt more controlled, more focused, as if recovery had allowed him to properly organize his capabilities rather than simply applying raw power to problems.
Warren's tactical mind processed the situation with ruthless efficiency.
Three opponents now.
Alaric ahead, S to the right, Pho to the left.
