The Coming of the Traveler

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Outskirts of the city of Kirinor, 16 days since the demon invasion of Azeroth.

My first impulse was to assure the girl that her role in the victory was no less than mine. Actually, this would be true, because without Maiev I would not have coped, she arrived in time at the most critical moment of the battle and turned the scales in our favor. Before the words could escape my lips, however, a sudden thought entered my head, instantly banishing the fog of fatigue.

It was necessary to think over everything that had happened, and therefore, asking the priestess to get up from her knees, I apologized and, citing fatigue and the need to comprehend what was said to her, asked for a little time to answer. Which he received, once again surprised at the calmness of the girl.

So what is the question before me? Briefly outlined, it sounded like this: why was this battle almost lost by me? It would seem that a simple question and a simple answer to it - I was weak and therefore could not cope wit