Damian was on the verge of collapse. Hastily, he inscribed an advanced healing runic circle, but it one barely helped. His body lacked the necessary nutrients for the magic to take more than one, he was already too hungry. Releasing the mana threads and dispelling the spear's enchantment provided some relief, but there was no time to relax. He dismissed his spear letting it go back into his soul, unwilling to flaunt it more than necessary.
As he fought to regain his strength for couple of minutes, Vidalia and the others reached him. Moondancer could return at any moment, and they didn't have much time. The swirling darkness above them was still burning, but it was nowhere near enough to knock her out.
"You can still do the spell?" Vidalia asked, her voice edged with hint of concern as she took in Damian's haggard appearance.
"Give me a second…" Damian reached for his spatial storage to pull out the wormhole spell roll, but something was wrong—it wasn't working.
