Seeing that terrible creature staring at them, Niara forced herself to stand up desperately. She was weak, starving, and exhausted, but they needed to get out of that place somehow so they could try again later.
Darian swallowed hard as he stared into those red eyes. But… he didn't move to attack, nor did he release an aggressive aura again.
Those eyes focused on Niara once more, and that strange feeling rose inside him again.
With a snort, he turned toward Darian, looking away from her.
'Missionary,' only Darian heard that in his mind; it was a calm, light voice, radiating extreme relief. 'Good job. I left a few hints on how to defeat me, but I thought your chances were close to zero. In the end, you gathered some really scary things and actually pulled it off...'
