"Role call!" General Pennel barked.
Finally, their voices seemed to be directed from the right places. As the hounds slipped away, rushing away with their tails tucked between their legs, the group began to come together once more.
To maybe all of their shocks… no one had died. Everyone seemed to be here.
At the very least, no one except Theron, who seemed to have vanished into thin air.
Theron had reacted quickly, quickly enough that while many of them were heavily injured, they had still managed to stave off death. If he had taken any longer, though, their Mana would have likely been depleted to the greatest extent.
These few obviously couldn't sense their blood moving as easily as Theron could. As such, they had to rely on other methods to sense and feel the shifts in the world around them.
