Laying battered and broken on the ground, Evelyn heard a massive explosion from outside of the protective dome of ice around her.
Unfortunately, she could not tell how her companions were doing. The noise of battle was almost deafening, but it was impossible for her to pick up any details.
'Come on. I just need one arm to move.'
Struggling with all her might, Evelyn tried to get a healing potion close enough to her mouth to drink the contents.
Her shattered bones and torn muscles refused to obey her commands. Every millimeter she moved any of her limbs was a monumental task that sent waves of intense pain shooting through her.
She was so focused on healing herself, that she did not notice Bylur's presence until he placed a hand on her back.
"That's enough Evelyn. You'll only cause more damage to yourself if you continue to struggle like that. Just give me a few moments and I'll heal you."
