[Day 3 of the Tournament – Semi-Finals]
[Location: The Arena Floor]
"MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC NOW!"
The Referee's scream broke the stunned silence of the stadium.
Elena was still clinging to Alaric's unconscious body, her fingers dug into his scorched shoulder.
She was conscious, but only just. Her eyes were glazed over, staring at nothing, her breath coming in ragged, wet gasps.
The air around them was still shimmering with residual heat. The crater beneath their feet was glowing cherry-red.
A team of high-ranking healers rushed onto the field, their white robes flapping in the hot wind.
They easily floated, using wind magic to cross the debris field instantly.
"Stabilize him!" the Lead Healer barked.
"His heart rate is erratic! The backlash almost stopped his heart!"
Two healers grabbed Alaric. They tried to pull him away from Elena.
"No..." Elena wheezed, her grip tightening despite her blackened arm.
"Don't... take him..."
