Rolan returned to his normal form. The radiant glow of evolution dimmed as his body settled once again into his mimic form. His shell pulsed gently with mana, but his expression, if a mimic could truly have one, was lighter now. The tension that had gripped him during the war had lifted. For the first time in days, he chuckled.
"Ahhh… finally. Enough seriousness. Back to my cheerful self again," Rolan said as his voice echoed playfully.
"Thank you everyone! Now back to business. Let's go home. But first, let's check the Dark mages first."
"Arkhan let's go!" He yelled and then raised his arms.
"Yes, master!" He knelt then stood up. "They were located at the cave nearby. I will lead you there myself.
Arkhan raised an eyebrow, arms crossed, but allowed himself a small grin. The battlefield was cleared, the enemies vanquished.
