At the recovery site, Lantresuo suddenly sat bolt upright, clutching his chest. An inexplicable, intense grief surged through him.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing how Lantresuo looked, Leiluo cast a Holy Light Spell, but it didn't seem to help, so he asked.
"I don't know. My chest suddenly started hurting just now. I don't know why~"
"Could it be a lingering effect from that claw? But we've treated you so much already. Sigh~ Feeling any better?"
"Yeah, much better."
Seeing Lantresuo get to his feet and looking like he was fine, Leiluo didn't press him any further.
Only Lantresuo, standing there with his head bowed, was trying his hardest not to let his tears fall.
"Brother!"
"Since everyone's rested enough, let's get going! But Blackhand, don't get taken out in one hit again this time, haha!"
At Leiluo's words, everyone got up to continue their journey. But when they heard the second half of his remark, they all burst out laughing.
Only Blackhand's face turned ashen, as if everyone owed him a mountain of food.
"You brat, you're asking for a beating!"
Humiliated and furious, Blackhand grabbed his hammer and swung it toward Leiluo's face with a whoosh.
"Clang!"
Leiluo hurriedly raised his own axe to block the sudden blow.
"Hey, Blackhand, are you jealous that I'm more handsome and dashing than you? You actually tried to hit my face!"
"Hah! An ugly brute without tusks!"
After hearing Leiluo's words, Blackhand turned away disdainfully.
"Enough, Leiluo. Quit fooling around. We don't have much time!"
Seeing Blackhand and Leiluo trading barbs nonstop, Durotan couldn't take it anymore and cut them off.
"Right, let's go!"
At that, Leiluo instantly turned serious and headed forward, axe in hand.
When the group arrived at the Fireblade Clan's ritual site, fully on guard, there was no