The situation was tricky—Kalso was dead set against striking the enemies first, insisting on heading back to warn the camp. Cassian, left with no other option, sighed, "Fine, I'll take out as many as I can. You go ahead and alert the folks back at camp…"
"What if that mage starts attackin' you?" Kalso asked, worry creeping into his voice. He hadn't sensed the mage himself, but a Pyraxis-ranked mage was way too much for a First Circle Warrior like Cassian to handle alone.
Cassian didn't seem fazed, though. "Don't sweat it. I can always bolt if it gets dicey. And if there ain't an attack happenin' at the camp already, just grab someone strong to back me up…"
Though Kalso was still skeptical, he nodded and muttered, "Be careful…" before slipping away into the shadows. Cassian's red eyes glowed faintly in the dark as his crimson domain enveloped his body. To Kalso, if he'd stayed, Cassian might've looked more like a cultist than the real ones—his aura was just too eerie.
