"Are you hurt, Ilian?"
I took the injured man to the top of the wall, on the other side of the barrier, he looked so exhausted as the first time I saw him. "Ilian?"
"Yes," the angelic man stood up but he was sweating heavily from his forehead. He was even breathing with difficulty as if fighting the urge to scream. "He stabbed me… with one of the Wizardly Union Master's swords."
The wound on his abdomen was pouring so much blood that it was flowing through his fingers. Now her whole hand was covered in that tasty blood. Would he let me lick him?
"What is that… that weapon?"
"I guess he was part of the Wizardly Union… maybe he was an elder. They had special weapons…"
I could smell the blood coming from his injury, it was on the right side and it wasn't healing.
"Irina!"
"Miss Lucia," my dear helped me take Ilian to the back to treat him, hopefully, she will have something to do that.
