The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 590

Chapter 590: Chapter 590 Ambush 6

As long as they weren’t exposed to the Black Ebony Grass again after the first dose of poison had been purged, their bodies should be able to recover on their own, and she could finally leave the rest to the Tigren warriors themselves.

But until then, she couldn’t afford to rest.

Not when every second could mean the difference between a warrior surviving the battle or collapsing dead on the ground.

"We can’t continue like this, Priestess..." the Deputy Chieftain suddenly said.

He glanced around at their surroundings before turning back to the Priestess. She said nothing, merely looking at him with a surprised questioning expression, silently asking what he meant.

The Deputy Chieftain took a breath before continuing.

"Priestess, I feel like this entire area has become a death trap. We can’t keep relying on you to maintain our defenses while our warriors fight. We have no idea how long it will take for reinforcements to arrive. It could be an hour at the very least, and there’s only one of you."

His expression grew increasingly serious.

"Your mana reserves are limited. With the amount you’re burning just to keep our warriors protected and support them through the fight, you can probably maintain this level of support for half an hour at most. But we don’t even know how far away our reinforcements are, nor do we know how long it will take them to realize that we never reached our destination."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in.

"That means we might have to hold this position for three hours... or even longer."

The Priestess’s expression remained tense as he continued.

"And even if our warriors manage to purge the toxins from their bodies before your mana runs dry, we still don’t know what our enemies have prepared for us. We’re fighting in the open while they remain hidden. We don’t know their numbers, their reinforcements’ location, or their next move."

He swept his gaze across the surrounding terrain.

"And one of our biggest problems. There isn’t anywhere for us to hide." His voice became grim. "We’re completely exposed, like sitting ducks."

For a moment, the Priestess simply stared at him.

Then her eyes widened.

It was as if she had just seen a ghost.

The Deputy Chieftain couldn’t help but feel a little awkward under her stunned gaze. He understood perfectly well why she was reacting like that.

After all, neither she nor anyone else had probably expected him to be the one to put all of this together.

Yet, for perhaps the first time, the Deputy Chieftain had looked beyond the immediate battle. He had assessed her mana limitations, their lack of information, their exposed position, the uncertain arrival of reinforcements, and the possibility that their enemies had prepared something far worse.

And, most importantly, he had recognized that they were slowly being cornered.

For once, the Deputy Chieftain wasn’t simply reacting to the crisis.

He was actually thinking ahead.

"Aren’t you looking down on me a little too much?" he protested defensively. "I’ve followed and fought alongside our Chieftain since I was ten. You think I haven’t picked up a thing or two from him after all these years?"

"I just... started looking at things differently. Maybe it’s because the Chieftain isn’t here. Seeing you shoulder everything on your own suddenly made something click in my head. If I kept standing around waiting for someone else to tell me what to do, then what good was I? I needed to step up and help keep things together."

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