I did not waste another second.
As soon as the Nahash demon's charred remains were blown by the wind, I scrambled forward. My eyes were focused on the man sprawled motionless on the ground. Please be alive. Please be alive. Please be alive.
The muscles of my back legs tore as I sped through the dark vastness of Madison Park's Bermuda field. The cold, icy fingers of the night slapped my cheeks and whipped my hair. A low sound of thunder crackled through the air. I knew I was running at my top speed, but I thought I could not run fast enough.
After a minute that felt like an hour, I was able to reach the spot where the man was collapsed on the ground. Dousing the mage fire from my eyes, I knelt beside him. Unspeakable horror washed over me.
The first thing I saw was the puncture wound
