John Vs The Drake I

Artium patted Freya’s back as she coughed out the blood in her lungs. She groaned as her body throbbed in pain, but was grateful that she had survived the situation. For a moment, she had almost given up hope.

“What the hell was that?” she asked after catching her breath.

“That… was a drake.” Art answered with a pause. “I am sorry. I should have noticed it before it got too close, but I got too excited after seeing you use arda.”

Seeing the honest expression of Artium, Freya could help but shake her head.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I should have been more careful.”

When the mage heard a thundering sound in the distance and noticed John wasn’t with them, she concluded, “Is John holding him back?”

“Yes, that old adventurer is fighting it.” The ancient mage nodded. “We are far enough to avoid the effects of their fight, but we should at least observe it.”

“No way!” Freya sighed, “I am way too tired to do anything. We should just step back and wait.”