"Save us... sorcerer...please..."
The woman's voice trembled as tears streamed down her face, reflecting the agony of her injury and the sheer terror of the situation. Just as the light in her eyes began to dim, she lost consciousness, the weight of pain and shock finally overwhelming her. August felt a pang of respect for her unwavering willpower; a mother's instinct to protect her child was a force of nature, a fierce and unyielding light in the face of darkness.
He knelt beside her, quickly assessing the damage. The blood flowed freely from the severed limb, and he knew he had to act swiftly. With gentle hands, he retrieved a healing potion from his spatial ring, pouring it carefully over her wounds. The liquid shimmered with faint light, working to staunch the bleeding, but he knew it was merely a first aid measure. True healing would have to wait until the threat was neutralized.