She easily dodged the swing from my sword and instead struck me with a black dagger. She smiled at me while burying deeper her weapon on my left chest.
Screaming in pain, she continued laughing until showers of fire huge fire balls made her distant herself, leaving the dagger on my chest.
I felt Rage’s familiar hands and warmth as my vision’s started to get blurry. Quickly removing the dagger, I fell on the ground.
“Could she….” Rage didn’t finish his sentence and shield us with rocks as Wynmisia blew air spheres covered in black aura.
Putting one hand on my chest, water gushed out of it, washing the wound on my chest and I cried in so much pain. She could have poisoned me!
I tried to get up but I coughed with purple blood.
Rage looked at me in fury.
Both his hands formed a rock she
