The crystal-wielder, panting as they surveyed the fallen beast, breathed out in disbelief.
"We... did it."
They quickly turned their attention to their injured companion, calling out urgently:
"Morgan!"
They rushed over and knelt beside their companion, extending a hand over him to form a soft and glowing veil of healing energy. Morgan lay unconscious but he was still breathing, his chest rising and falling weakly.
Kali fluttered back onto Kaelen's shoulder as he observed from a distance. Suddenly, he gripped his stomach, feeling a wave of nausea. He turned his face away as he steadied himself against a tree trunk, his thoughts were racing.
'What... was i thinking...?'
Noticing his discomfort, the crystal-wielder looked over Kaelen who was behind them.
"Are you alright? Sorry, I can help you after i heal him first."
Kaelen dismissed their concern with a terse:
"Don't mind me."
