When it all concluded, when the earth element shielding the dilapidated portal relinquished its radiant yellow hue, the disciples—the victors of the skirmish—congregated. They were claiming perhaps their third, perhaps their fourth triumph, yet to achieve this, they were compelled to forfeit certain assets.
Despite their practically flawless synergy, the disciples who impeded the wild beast wielding its razor-sharp spines with their shields bore grievous lacerations and localized scorch marks upon their vessels following its assault. Although their recuperation claimed absolute priority at present, it was glaringly evident they would be incapable of utilizing them in the ensuing skirmish, and deducing that this would drastically diminish their martial prowess required no great intellect.
