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Chapter 279 - A Heaven in Hell

The scene was one of utter chaos and desperation. Eliss, closing in on Amukelo, saw him struggling to rise amidst a pool of his own blood. The extent of his injuries was severe, more than she had initially realized. Despite the pain and blood loss, Amukelo managed to stand.

Eliss's concern for him was palpable in her voice as she yelled, asking if he could run. There was no verbal response from Amukelo. Instead, his warning cry cut through the air, alerting her to imminent danger. She turned just in time to see the golem's massive hand descending upon her.

With no time to evade, Eliss summoned her earth magic. Layers of thick walls rose from the ground, a rapid construction of defense, complemented by a shimmering mana shield around her. She braced for impact, but the expected collision never came.

Looking back, Eliss witnessed Amukelo, in a final act of defiance, striking the golem. His attack diverted the creature's hand, causing it to crash into the ground beside her. The effort, however, was too much for Amukelo. He collapsed, his strength finally giving way.

Eliss didn't hesitate. She quickly cast a wind spell, directing a gust to propel Amukelo forward, aiding his movement. Then, with all her might, she sprinted towards the doors, Amukelo in tow. The golem, too large to follow, ceased its attack as they crossed the threshold, its silhouette a looming reminder of the dangers they had just escaped.

Once through the doors, Eliss immediately turned her attention to Amukelo. His injuries were critical – broken bones, multiple lacerations, and the signs of internal trauma. She began casting her healing spells, her hands glowing with a soft, restorative light. Tears started to run down her cheeks, not only she's the reason Amukelo was in that state but she was also saved by him. She felt as if she was a burden to him... again.Β 

The process was arduous and time-consuming. Eliss poured her energy and concentration into each spell, her magic weaving through Amukelo's wounds, knitting bone and flesh back together. The intensity of the healing required her to delve deep into her magical reserves, each incantation a delicate balance between healing and conserving her strength.

Amukelo lay still, his breathing shallow but steady, a sign that Eliss's efforts were taking effect. The glow of her magic cast a serene light in the otherwise dim surroundings, creating a bubble of tranquility amidst the chaos they had just endured.

As minutes turned into hours, Eliss continued her tireless work. Her face, etched with concentration and fatigue, was a mirror of the ordeal they had both endured. Each spell brought Amukelo closer to stability, his injuries slowly but surely healing under her care.

The task took a toll on Eliss, both physically and mentally. Her hands trembled from the exertion, and her mind was weary from the focus required. Yet, she persisted, driven by a mix of duty and deep concern for her companion.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the worst of Amukelo's injuries had been healed. His breathing had deepened, indicating that he was no longer in immediate danger. Eliss, her energy spent, collapsed beside him, her body and mind demanding rest.

The two lay there, in the aftermath of their harrowing escape, a silent testament to their resilience and the strength of their bond. They had survived the golem, the harsh elements of the mountain, and the challenges that the journey had thrown at them. As they rested in the safety beyond the doors, their journey was far from over, but for the moment, they had each other, and that was all that mattered.

The passage through the doors marked not only their escape from the relentless ice golem but also their emergence from the treacherous valley. The landscape beyond the doors, though still dominated by the harshness of the cold, hinted at the end of their arduous journey through the valley. However, the biting cold was a constant reminder that rest could not come until they found shelter. Amukelo, still weak and barely able to walk, leaned on Eliss for support as they trudged forward in search of a haven.

The half day's journey was a slow, laborious trek. Amukelo's injuries, though healed by Eliss's magic, had left him drained of energy. Each step was a testament to his determination, spurred on by the need to find a safe place to rest and recover. Eliss, despite her own exhaustion, remained steadfast, offering strength and support to her companion.

Their persistence was rewarded when they stumbled upon a small cave. It appeared modest from the outside, but as they ventured within, the cave revealed its surprising vastness. The interior was a stark contrast to the bleak landscape they had journeyed through. It was teeming with life – exotic plants that seemed to thrive in the cave's unique ecosystem, peculiar bugs that scuttled amongst the foliage, and pools of water that glistened with clarity.

The sight of such vibrant life in the midst of the mountain's harshness was a welcome surprise. However, cautious of the unknown flora and fauna, Amukelo and Eliss found a spot in the cave that was less dense with plants and insects, ensuring their safety from any potential hazards.

Setting up camp in this newfound sanctuary was their next task. Amukelo, pushing himself beyond his limits, tried to assist, but his body refused to cooperate. His danger sense, usually sharp and alert, was dulled by his exhaustion and the lingering effects of his injuries. He collapsed into sleep, unable to stay awake any longer.

Eliss, though weary, was not in immediate danger like Amukelo. She mustered the last of her energy to finish setting up their camp. She gathered some of the softer vegetation to make a makeshift bed for Amukelo, ensuring he was as comfortable as possible. She then tended to the fire, coaxing flames to life to provide warmth and light in the cave.

Once the fire was stable, she unpacked their supplies, setting out their meager rations and checking their equipment for any damage. She moved with a mechanical efficiency, her actions driven by the need to secure their safety and well-being.

As she worked, Eliss kept a watchful eye on Amukelo, ensuring he was resting peacefully. The firelight cast a gentle glow on his face, softening the lines of fatigue and pain that had etched themselves there. In this moment of calm, the cave felt like a haven, a brief respite from the trials and dangers they had faced.

Finally, with their camp set up and the assurance of safety, Eliss allowed herself to relax. She sat near the fire, her body feeling the weight of her own exhaustion. The warmth of the flames was a comforting embrace, a stark contrast to the cold they had endured for so long.

In the quiet of the cave, with the soft crackling of the fire and the gentle breathing of Amukelo, Eliss reflected on their journey. They had faced unimaginable challenges, but they had also found strength in each other. As she gazed at the flames, her thoughts drifted to what lay ahead. For now, though, they had a chance to rest, to gather their strength for the journey that still awaited them. With a final look at the peaceful scene, Eliss settled down, the fire's warmth lulling her into a well-deserved sleep.