“Lord Ghislain!”

The Fenris knights rushed to Ghislain’s side, panic evident in their faces. They were battered and exhausted, but none as gravely injured as their leader.

Ghislain forced a faint smile. “You all did well.”

“Are you all right?” one of them asked, concern laced in their voice.

“I’ll need some recovery, but I’ll manage.”

Ghislain pulled out a potion and drank it, the familiar warmth of its healing magic spreading through his body. But the knights weren’t satisfied with that. They began pulling out their own potions, pouring them on him without hesitation.

Ghislain groaned as the liquid …