Teamwork (2)

Lucavion stood over the massive carcass of the serpent, his blade sheathed and his expression composed, though his sharp eyes betrayed the flurry of thoughts racing through his mind. The once-imposing creature lay broken, its twisted form sprawled across the icy platform. Around it, the shimmering frost from Elara's spell clung stubbornly, a testament to her effort and the magnitude of the battle. 

As the others busied themselves tending to wounds and securing the battlefield, Lucavion extended his hand toward the fallen serpent, his palm hovering just above its lifeless body. The faint glimmer of mana pulsed in the air, invisible to the others but keenly felt by him as he drew in the creature's residual energy.