The setting sun hung low, yet the smell of blood on the deck had not dissipated.
Watching the remaining White-headed Black Sparrows finally scatter from the sky instead of circling the airship, everyone present let out a sigh of relief. However, the air was still thick with the smell of burning, and the deck was littered with charred feathers and mutilated corpses, inevitably bringing back memories of the harrowing battle not long ago.
At this moment, aside from Ang, nearly every mage had exhausted their magic power. Their faces were pale, their steps unsteady, and crew members helped them back to their respective cabins.
Ang walked over to Quintina and Puri, gently comforting them as he helped them back to their cabin. They were not injured, merely drained of stamina and magic power. They were now so exhausted that they did not even have the strength to speak.
As Ang supported Mons, Leander, and Ellis, he inadvertently sensed subtle fluctuations of magic power within them. Those fluctuations were faint and intermittent, yet they vaguely hinted at some kind of critical threshold.
Ang felt a flicker of joy in his heart. This often meant the precursor to a breakthrough!
He did not reveal anything unusual on his face, afraid of affecting their state. But he estimated that once they had rested and recovered, they would most likely break through and officially become Rank 1 Mages!
After settling the three of them in their cabin, Ang reminded them, "It's safe now. Get some proper rest. Your magic power is nearly exhausted. Once you've rested, meditate slowly to recover. Don't rush."
"Yes, my lord!" Though exhausted, the three of them had a trace of gratitude in their eyes. After all, without Ang's leadership, they might not have survived that attack.
After arranging everything,