Ray coughed blood; his situation was worse than any other fight that he had been into. Even though he could sense the general's body, his spirits were still unseen, and his own body wouldn't get hurt unless Ray was in touch with him.
With his healing magic only focused on his vital points, from his robe, blood dripped. With cuts and bites all over his body. The most severe one was his left eye; the general himself had taken it out.
Only pulses of his healing magic remained, and his opponent's attacks were getting only more fierce. "If I'm going to die, I will enjoy it at least."
All the roads were closed. Ray was trapped inside a spider's web; the more he tried, the deeper he fell.
In the ancient times, humans were constantly fighting for their survival, with no magic or any advanced artillery. Just with rocks and their hands.
