The four who had held the undead back while Arthur destroyed the tower had sustained many injuries, not to mention exhausting their mana. If the situation had persisted a little longer, it would have been fatal for the group.
Arthur decided to give them the time needed to recover instead of going to the next floor. The undead lay on the ground like stringless puppets now, including the bodiless head that had been talking nonstop.
"It didn't take you long to kill the Dullahan," said Joey while sitting beside Arthur on a giant boulder. Fae was tending to her sister's wounds, while Koby was sleeping on the ground. The mage seemed drained, and black circles appeared beneath his eyes. "It makes me think that… you didn't even need us to begin with."
"I did," denied Arthur with a smile. "If I was alone, I would have resorted to using the black lightning. That's something I wish to avoid at the moment, because… you saw the reason I would feel this way."