The Priestess of Lolth's lips were pale, her face drained of all color.
Many plates were missing from her scale mail. Her white hair lay tangled among the rubble, and her breathing was so faint it was barely perceptible.
Renato lifted Tristana from the ground and slowly poured a Healing Potion into the female Drow's mouth.
He kept his movements as gentle as possible, supporting the back of her head so the liquid could flow smoothly down her throat.
After a while, the female Drow finally stirred awake. She struggled to open her eyes, her purple gaze unfocused. She stared at Renato for a long moment before coming to her senses.
"Ugh, where... right, where's that dragon? Damn it..."
Renato held down Tristana as she tried to struggle to her feet and said calmly:
"Heal yourself with a divine spell first. You don't need to worry about the Elder Brain anymore."
"Hmm?" The female Drow clasped the holy symbol on her chest. As the light of a divine spell appeared, some color returned to her face. "How long was I unconscious? Did the dragon blood kill that 'Elder Brain Dragon' already?"
"No." Renato stood, shook his head, and looked toward the Brain Pool nearby, now reduced to a vast crater. "Balin killed that Aberration and protected me."
"That Dwarf? He killed the 'Elder Brain Dragon'?" Tristana's voice held a trace of disbelief, and her eyes widened. "Where is he now?"
"Balin has gone to Moradin's divine realm."
Looking at Renato's calm face, the female Drow pressed her lips together. She fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"Balin may have been a stubborn surface Dwarf with no manners whatsoever, but I admit he was a true warrior. I imagine he is now enjoying love and glory in the Soulforger's