Although the team’s relief was understandable, Rareth was, as always, focused on the mission. She deactivated her sword and returned her arm to normal, then went straight to drawing her fusion cannon once more and turning her gaze to the path ahead of them as soon as she could. She acknowledged Carthage’s gratitude, but Rareth was not a woman easily distracted from the tasks in front of her. The trees had stopped their attacks, which suggested the path ahead of them was clear. It seemed likely that the creature had perished, but there could be no guarantees in this place. It would be best for them to move on in a hurry. She scanned ahead to try and see if the trees ahead were still active, but with only limited points of reference to work with, it was hard to say.

“You can watch while we are moving.” Rareth commented to the agent. “We should not linger here. The creature may be dead, or it may not. We cannot know its true size, and this is a strange place. Besides, we still have a long walk ahead of us, and only limited time to make it. We need to get through this forest, and out of this basin.” 

Nirann had picked up on Rareth’s determined attitude before she even spoke, so he had already returned his weapon to its compartment and picked back up the cargo he had been carrying. He grunted and groaned as he hoisted up the heavy load, despite lacking any form of strain on his mechanical frame. “Getting on in a hurry are we? I’d suggest we at least raise a toast to our victory, but I didn’t bring my wine glasses…or any drinks…or a digestive system.”