The siege of Newhope

Ikky's body was hot, as if a great fever had invaded him; the energies within his body were out of control, altering his pulse and vital signs. Leira was kneeling next to him, applying all the life magic every time she felt one of the Spaniard's organs being damaged. She was repairing her body at the same time that it was trying to destroy itself.

Leira was sweating. "It will be okay... it will be okay..." From the wall, Elsine glanced sideways at Ikky who was lying a few meters away, while her bow did not stop shooting. Her arms hurt, her hands hurt, but she was not going to stop as long as there were enemies.

On the battlefield, and despite the fact that enemy reinforcements were no longer arriving, the situation was getting worse by the moment. Although there had not been any casualties yet, the magic reserves of most Rankers were beginning to be low.