"Someone, wake Eric immediately! I don't have much magic left!" She yelled, partially buried in the ice prison that restrained the violently thrashing beast.
Her voice was strained, desperate, and one could see the tremble in her arms as she fought to maintain the spell.
The mages nodded, already doing their best for the Elf, and seconds later, he was up.
But his sword was broken.
The blade that had served him through countless battles lay in pieces across the grass, its light extinguished, its power spent.
Eric stared at the hilt in his hand, the jagged remnants of metal that remained, and felt the weight of defeat pressing down on his shoulders.
"Is... Aria and Maria okay?!" He said, looking at the squirming Amazon and Dwarf near him on the ground.
His voice was hoarse, desperate.
