The trio stood at the center of the battlefield, their calm demeanor starkly contrasting with the devastation around them. Drake sheathed his longsword, its runes dimming as the magic settled. Milly adjusted her bow, glancing at the fading remains of the undead legion, while Liam inspected his staff, the blood-red patterns still faintly glowing from his recent spells.
Brook and Yelena approached cautiously. Brook cleared his throat to announce their presence, and Drake turned to face them, his piercing blue eyes unreadable.
"You three," Brook began, his tone firm but laced with respect. "What you've done here… It's beyond anything I've seen. You've not only saved the raid but also carried us through what could've been a massacre."
Drake inclined his head slightly, accepting the compliment without a hint of arrogance. "We came for a challenge. Nothing more," he replied, his voice calm and measured.