The old man cried out in pain, clutching his wound. From it, Dark energy was rapidly spreading.
In the distance, Aleric hurriedly enchanted another arrow and passed it to Farlan. The archer, who was standing near Aleric's mount, took it and drew the bow again.
When Garron turned his head to where the arrow came from, although they were dozens of feet away, Garron recognized his student and subordinate immediately. Just as he recognized Aleric next to him.
The inquisitor's eyes widened at the realization that Farlan—and his other students, certainly—were now undead.
Then the agony spreading from his wound washed these concerns away.
Garron grit his teeth and poured Light into the wound to counteract the Pain spell. This was simple enough, unlike healing the wound itself.
He was tired and too old to lose blood. Still, he focused on whatever healing he could manage.
