"He's just ahead" Ethan informed as the team moved through the forest.
The sound of fighting grew louder the closer they got, but then, without warning, it abruptly stopped, leaving everything eerily silent.
The team exchanged subtle glances before picking up the speed, their forged beasts moving faster than they previously were.
It didn't take long for them to reach the clearing, and when they did, they all came to a sudden halt.
Owen stood in the center of the battlefield, completely unharmed, his hands tucked casually into his pockets while his Phantom Hound calmly licked its paw beside him.
Around him lay the remains of his previous battle. Dried husks of trees and numerous smaller cubes of ice, each encasing the frozen remnants of the Voidspawns, were scattered across the clearing.
Yet Owen looked as if he had just woken up from a nap, his expression as sleepy and uninterested as ever.