Chapter B5: The Killing Fields
“You done, Worthy?”
“Aye, I think we’ve finished up on this side. Well, as finished as it can be.”
Trenan nodded and wiped the sweat from his brow as best he could. Despite his physique, enhanced by the Unseen beyond the limits of human physiology, he was still exhausted. A level of fatigue that sank deep into his bones and seemed to take root there. He’d need a few days to recover from all this exertion.
“You look like I feel, lad,” Worthy Steelarm chuckled, eyes knowing beneath his shaggy brows. “No need to worry, we’re done for the time being. Let your team know they can start packing their gear once we get back to camp.”
“I will. Thank you, sir.”
“Don’t ‘sir’ me. I’m a Slayer.”
The Hammer Warden nodded and turned to head back to his team. The Gold Rank Slayers would be even more worn out than he was after the heroics they’d performed over the past week, and the months prior to that. The number and strength of the kin that roamed these plains was like nothing Trenan had ever heard of back in the Empire. As much as he wanted to contribute, at Silver rank, he was much weaker than people like Worthy, who did the vast bulk of the fighting.
As he approached, his two comrades looked up from their efforts digging for cores.
“We’re packing up and going home,” he told them. “Once we get back to the camp, grab your stuff and we can leave straight away.”