Allen and the other healers had worked tirelessly until their limbs felt as heavy as stones. Even a slight movement had become difficult.
While Xion had taken on the heavy role of fighting, Allen could only do his best to support from behind the scenes.
Within five days, they had managed to kill more than Berry had in the last few weeks.
The afternoon sun beat down on them, and Allen fervently prayed for Xion to return alive. An exhausted, cold teacher was better than a corpse.
Xion's heavy use of mana had begun to gnaw at Allen's mind, leaving him with a constant headache.
He was about to step down the stairs when dizziness overtook his senses.
The guards were quick to help him stand, or he might have fallen on the ground.
"My lord, are you alright?"
Aurilius asked as he helped Allen inside the resting chambers.
Allen looked at the small child who had been running errands for him all day, and couldn't help recalling little Noxian.
In a way, both kids were saved by Xion.
