All the mages stood in front of Zia flabbergasted while watching two of them scratching their skin off.
"Please somebody! Bring water! It burns!" The man was tearing his chest off with his nails and his situation was getting gruesome more and more, with each second.
While the other one already died, ripping his chest off, in pain.
"Hurry up! Bring him water or heal him-" the skinny mage who was aiding him started to cry out
"Leave him! It was his fault to be careless." One of the mages in armor stepped forward and kicked him aside,
"What are you-" the skinny mage stood in front of him, "he is from my team!"
"We don't need weaklings!"
[ MAGIA - KNIGHT CALL ]
[ SILENCE CALL ]
He swung his sword and the skinny mage's head slipped and rolled down on the floor from his neck.
"He slashed down his own comrade? These guys don't have a single shred of empathy for other teams." Zia mumbled to herself and slowly crept to the curtain, where Melvi was sitting emotionless.
