Once Mark's trembling legs could finally hold his weight, Ulrich deemed it time to leave.
With the terrifying revelation of his identity hanging in the air, there had been little else to say. Ulrich took the lead, setting a brisk but manageable pace through the gloom of the woods, while Mark and Ceres trailed closely in his wake.
For the next hour, they walked the depths of the Den. Whenever a rogue magical beast dared to cross their path, Ulrich dispatched it with almost bored efficiency. He was clearly used to it by now.
