Dance With a Cyclops

Within the mana-bearing chamber, Leon returned his sight to his own eyes, approaching the witch, who looked exhausted as if having run a marathon. 

"It was successful," Leon assured her with a sigh of relief. "The invasion is halted."

Beatrice placed her hand on her forward, exhaling, "Good…That'll hold for some time now. After the clean-up is done on the current forces, we'll need to reconvene. Clearly, we underestimated what we'd be facing. 

"Yeah, agreed," he said. 

Beside him, the light-born knight stood idly as if awaiting his next command, to which he waved his hand, allowing it to de-manifest for the time being. 

"Another aspect of your unique heritage, I take it?" Beatrice asked with a curious look. 

"Ah, something like that," he dismissed, waving to her. "Alright, well–I'm going to help with the clean-up. Just pop into my head if you need something!"

"I see. Good luck, Lord Schoeller," the witch nodded with a knowing smile.