As we regrouped after the battle with the cyclops, a tense silence hung in the air. The soldiers, both human and demon, were catching their breath, their eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the next threat. The victory had been hard-won, but I could see the fatigue in their faces. We all knew this was far from over.
Aurelia stood beside me, her eyes still flickering with the remnants of her flames. She looked resolute, as always, but I could sense the weariness creeping into her stance. I reached out and squeezed her hand briefly, a silent reassurance before we pressed on.
"We need to keep moving," I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my bones. "The Demon King's stronghold is close, and we can't afford to lose momentum."