Vixra knelt beside Amon and used a healing spell. The golden glow started to heal him. At the same time, Amon drank a healing potion.
Gulp!
The wound and slash on his body started to heal. The stinging pain dulled instantly, replaced by a gentle tingling that crawled through the torn flesh.
Before his eyes, the blood began to dry up, the raw edges of the cut knitting themselves together.
"Ahh!..hah!"
Both Vixra and Amon turned toward the voice. Their eyes locked on the figure of the scarred man leaning his back against the wall.
He was still breathing. Barely. Blood flowed from his wounds. A big slash ran across his chest by Vixra. Hot blood flowed from it like a stream.
Amon grabbed his sword.
Vixra also stood back on her feet and ready to attack at any time if needed.
"He can't fight anymore," Amon said. His voice cautious and wary.
Vixra agreed with him.
"Yes. Let's ask him. He might tell us about the situation."
Amon listened to her quietly.
