Damon cast a radiant wellspring near him to reduce the speed of the health drain, and it was only a little effective.
"Fuck, what am I supposed to do now?" His mind spun. He thought that he could break the curse thanks to this stupid landmass shuffling, but instead, he was getting even more punished because of the damned phenomenon.
Damon then suddenly remembered something. He still had a skill he had taken from someone else, a skill he hadn't used yet.
[Summon a Fire Sprite]
As far as Damon knew sprites were small elemental spirits, tiny beings born from a single type of magic. They were essentially condensed bits of nature's power. Their size ranged from a small spark to the size of a fist. He had heard that there were much stronger sprites but it was very rare for those guys to show up.
