"Elric!"
Bari's voice came from across the camp, and even before I turned my head, I could hear the panic and anger in his voice.
I had died multiple times now, and even the prospect of death at the hands of Rex did not scare me; I was only curious, a bit frightened at the relation between the demons and the members of our camp.
However, hearing the cry of concern from Bari gave everything a sort of weight that was slowly erased in my heart as time passed.
I turned my head and saw him running, his staff in his hand, his Acolyte robes flapping at the knees as he ran, and behind him, Dara was already casting.
Her eyes were also filled with anger, her staff was pointed at Rex, and her hands were working through the configurations Threadwork required.
The lattice she was building was a binding lattice, the kind I had seen her use on the demon in the previous loop, where she had lived long enough to fight back.
