Chapter 48

“Well, that could’ve gone a lot better,” Ean said, exhaling loudly while pulling his conjured sword from the bleeding throat of the now-deceased dorphan at the same time Kita pulled out a sharp snapped branch from the creature’s belly.

“Yes. This was sloppy amateur work that nearly ended with a grave injury to Rector, as well as losing our kill,” Kita said, tossing the branch aside.

“I’ll be fine. We still got our kill, with minimal damage to the important parts of the beast we needed to harvest. It will take some time, but I will be able to slowly heal my arm in stages,” Rector continued, adjusting his torn sleeve sling slightly, wincing quietly.

“It would have been nice to know that your trap spell was going to arm and trigger straight away,” Ean said with a sigh while brushing the traces of wet blood from his palm down his trouser leg.

“I told you my magic is starting to depreciate. I also mentioned without Mhurl helping to keep my an’uul from closing my magic has become increasing