Silence fell over the battlefield as the orc crumpled to the ground, defeated. The Knight stood panting, adrenaline coursing through his veins, while the mage lowered his hands, the remnants of magic fading into the air. They exchanged a look of triumph, the bond forged in battle stronger than ever.
"Together, we are unstoppable," the Knight said, a grin spreading across his face.
The mage nodded, a smile breaking through his usual composure. "Let's keep moving. We have more to face."
The Knight then offered him a bottle of water. The mage hesitated for a moment, sensing something amiss, but thirst overcame his caution, and he took a swig. As the liquid slid down his throat, he felt an unsettling warmth spreading through his body, an echo of dread whispering in the back of his mind.
