The rain fell in relentless sheets, turning the forest path into a muddy quagmire. Amidst the towering trees, he spotted a faint glow—a dying spark of energy flickering from a crumpled figure on the ground. Spinner approached cautiously, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the storm.

You were sprawled on your back, chest rising and falling with painful effort. Blood stained the grass around you.

Spinner crouched beside you, his expression hard as he studied their wounds. “You’re not going to make it out of this alone,” he muttered, almost as if to himself.