The waterfall continued to flow fiercely, wetting the ground and rocks that were now silent from the sounds of battle. A soft mist began to descend slowly from the mountain tops, cooling the unhealed wounds. Adriana knelt beside Ryan, holding his still limp body. His breath was slow, but it was enough to keep Adriana's heart from breaking.
“Elna!” she called, her voice trembling but firm.
hurried footsteps approached. Elna emerged from behind the trees, her face still pale but her gaze remained strong. Her injured left shoulder was quickly bandaged with cloth she had enchanted herself. She looked at Adriana, then her eyes fell on Ryan’s helpless form.
“Are you alright?” Adriana asked anxiously.
Elna nodded slowly, then gave a faint smile. “I can still heal myself. This wound is not
