Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

Michael watched her for a moment longer.

He then lowered his gaze to the flame lion. The great beast lay still, eyes closed, chest rising in slow, steady breaths. But something was different now. The wariness in its posture was gone.

Arianne turned again toward the handlers. "It needs to rest, but I want it strong enough to walk tomorrow."

"Yes, my lady," Captain Varris said, already signaling two of the men.

Arianne stepped aside, giving them room to approach. Then, once they were occupied, she walked over to Michael, her pace unhurried.

Michael studied her quietly for a moment before asking, "Are you tired?"

She gave him a look that was almost amused. "I’m exhausted," she admitted. "Spirit rituals take more than mana. I feel like I ran multiple circles around the estate."

Michael chuckled softly. "Then let’s return to the waiting hall. You should get some rest. Besides..." he offered a light smile, "we can have tea over some light conversation."

Arianne considered it for a moment, then gave a small nod. "That sounds wonderful."

Arianne turned to Captain Varris once more. "Keep it under observation. If it shows signs of agitation, inform me immediately."

"Yes, my lady."

She gave one last glance toward the resting flame lion before following Michael across the garden path.