The warm blood on your hands felt absolutely disgusting. Sticky, giving off an horrible stench already-

No. He was fine. It was just a little blood. Aleph- Aleph was the best magician around, so he couldn't be anything other than fine, right?

You rush into a safe corner, quietly humming a teleportation spell with blurry eyes.

If you had been him the casting would have already be done by now. But you weren't. He was breathing irregularly in your arms, the huge gash on his chest most likely having hit his his lungs judging from the sound.

The casting finally done, you find yourself landing back into the room he had prepared for you, and you immediately set him down, rushing for the medicines.

This was all your fault. In a stalemate, to put you out of danger, he had willingly temporarily sealed hiw own powers. You could still see his shaky hands performing the spell, glare pointed to the man holding you captive.

And then- the monster, the sword, the run-

Alep had to be fine. He couldn't die now.