"Master Wake up." Ely's voice pierced through the fog of pain and darkness that enveloped Theo. Her hands, now free from the burden of combat, glowed brighter than the sun that had kissed the desert sands, and she placed them on his wound, sealing it with a warm, pulsing light that brought relief. Theo took a deep breath, the pain subsiding as the life force flowed back into his body. He looked into her eyes, a silent thanks passing between them.
"I am okay." Theo grabs Ely's hand, and with a nod of reassurance, he pulled the arrow out and discarded it to the ground, grimacing at the sting that followed. "We must proceed with caution now, the demon is near."
But Theo shocked, He never thought with the goddess protection some weapons can hurt him. The demonic whispers grew louder, urging him to give in to the rage that boiled within him. He knew that now was not the time for anger; they had to stay focused and finish the quest.
