The two fought fiercely, evenly matched, with neither able to gain the upper hand.
John, however, didn't linger on the battle between the two masters; instead, he began searching for Tracy.
Not having seen her, he grew increasingly concerned for her safety.
The sounds of combat raged around him.
As John moved through the battlefield with a calm, almost leisurely gait. Any enemy who came too close was swiftly and brutally dealt with.
Finally, he found Tracy kneeling beside a pile of bodies.
She was desperately pressing down on the gaping wound in the chest of a middle-aged woman who was barely clinging to life, trying to stop the relentless flow of blood.
"Auntie, please hold on, you're going to be okay..." Tracy's voice trembled with fear and helplessness, her eyes red from crying as she cast healing spells over and over again, hoping against hope to save the woman.
