Garion and the others were already on their way back to the gathering point.
The battlefield behind them had finally fallen silent.
Smoke still lingered in the air, drifting slowly across the scorched ground, but no one looked back.
Garion walked at the front, his hands behind his back, calm as always. His gaze shifted slightly toward Dahlia.
"What about the golden dragons? Did they cause any trouble?"
Dahlia rolled her shoulders as she walked, stretching her neck once before answering. "Nope."
She glanced at him, a small, confident smile forming. "They probably saw what we did earlier. Didn't even try anything."
Clara snorted from behind, crossing her arms. "Yeah. After watching that fight, even dragons would think twice."
Eliza stayed silent but gave a small nod, her eyes calm and observant.
Garion looked at them for a moment, then nodded faintly. "I see. That's good."
He paused slightly, his eyes narrowing as if thinking ahead. "Let's check how the others are doing."
