RIP Ethan Rutgard

Ethan crouched behind a rock formation near the entrance, ensuring that they remained hidden from sight. He glanced at Lia, who was already moving from summon to summon, her fingers glowing with a faint golden light as she channeled her healing magic into the most wounded of them. 

The wolves, still bloodied and battered, let out soft growls of relief as their wounds knit together, though they were still far from fresh. "You'll have to manage," Lia murmured under her breath, exhaustion creeping into her voice. 

Her mana reserves were running low, but she refused to leave any of them untreated. Grug and Snarl received minor healing, enough to stabilize them 

Ethan exhaled, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his dagger. There was still the matter of the three demons that had gone on their walk. If they returned and found the mine guards slaughtered, they would be on high alert. That meant Ethan had to take the initiative.