Vondrel surveyed the scene, arms folded as he stood amid the scattered and groaning guards, their bruised and battered bodies sprawled across the courtyard floor.
"Honestly, I expected more of a challenge. But I’ll admit, their regenerative ability is impressive," he murmured, casting a quick glance at Lucin, who sat cross-legged nearby, eyes closed as he focused on replenishing his lost energy. Vondrel’s gaze returned to the fallen guards. How much longer until he’s ready? he wondered, tapping his foot impatiently.
He stepped forward and addressed the injured guards, raising his voice. "So, which one of you brave souls wants to go and let your leader know we’re requesting an audience?" His question was met with silence; the guards either glared at him in anger or stared blankly, too exhausted to move.