No one dared breathe loudly.
Each widened their eyes, unable to wrap their heads around what had just happened. The sudden attack had completely exceeded their expectations.
Everything had happened too fast.
They had only seen a crimson flash before one of their companions collapsed. The Mage opened his mouth to speak only for a guttural sound to come out from his throat.
Blood continued pouring from the horrifying wound.
His lips trembled.
His eyes slowly lost their light.
Merely looking at him, everyone knew he was beyond saving. No amount of healing or blood recovery potion could save him.
Thud!
His body fell to the ground, never to rise again.
The crimson sand beneath him quickly became soaked with fresh blood. A strange silence descended upon the group.
Even the desert wind seemed to have quieted.
However, before the men could have time to mourn the loss of their comrade, two figures in cloaks appeared in the distance.
