The four SS ranks struck, taking the lead to deflect the rain of bloody spears creating a loud impact.
"Argh!"
Kael groaned as he tried to lift his almost broken body. His arms trembled, and his vision blurred from exhaustion. Empty potion bottles surrounded him, some cracked, some still dripping with the faint scent of herbs and metal. He had already chugged ten recovery potions, and now he forced down the eleventh, grimacing at the bitter taste.
The liquid burned down his throat, spreading warmth through his veins as Creb cast a subtle healing spell beside him. Even with that, Kael could barely stand.
"That much just to keep me alive…" he muttered, wiping the blood from his mouth. "I managed to recover a bit, but still, it isn't enough." He clicked his tongue in frustration.
Despite standing again, he didn't move forward. His eyes lifted toward the battlefield, and what he saw made his stomach twist. The air was thick with blood and despair.
