Silvar's sharp eyes moved slowly across the battlefield.
He looked at the broken ground, the scattered remains of shattered plant soldiers, and finally at Arden standing there, chest rising and falling hard.
"…To think a human like this exists," Silvar said quietly.
His gaze hardened as he focused on Arden's body. "He fought Bastor and Varyn head-on. With his body."
Eldrin stood beside him, calm as ever. His eyes glowed faintly as he observed Arden more closely. "That is exactly what I told you before."
He turned his head slightly toward Silvar. "These humans are different. Their bodies are not weak vessels anymore."
Arden heard every word.
He wiped sweat from his brow and looked up at the white tiger and the azure wood dragon.
His grip tightened, but he did not attack.
"And who are you two?" Arden asked firmly. "Are you here to tell me to leave too?"
Before they could answer, a heavy rumble echoed from behind them.
The black tortoise lifted its head. "Silvar. Eldrin."
