Azere's hands released deadly flames wanting to harm the stranger whom she thought was the one responsible for Olga's current condition.
"Don't shoot! I'm not the enemy, I'm the guardian!" The man in black cloak quickly identified himself. He lowered himself on the ground, feeling Olga's pulse. "She's still breathing!" he said and grasped the tip of the arrow.
Azere watched the arrow dissolve into small particles in the hands of the guardian. Then he flattened his hands on the area of Olga's chest where fresh blood can be seen oozing from the wound made by the arrow.
A few minutes later.
The guardian finally removed his hands...
Azere stared in astonishment at the area where the wound used to be, it was gone! The blood also disappeared. She looked at the guardian in awe. "Thank you so much!" she said happily, her heart was overflowing with relief and gladness.
