349 The Aftermath

"Careful!"

"Please be quiet. I'm literally out of my element here."

"But you're a mage. You're supposed to do magic."

"Well it's complicated!"

Doevm awoke to a jolt of pain that caused him to cry out. He opened his eyes and found himself in the academy's medical wing. Broken bones and bloody tweezers sat in a tray next to his bed. Three familiar faces surrounded him but he reflexively flinched away. A dark magic circle hovered above a gaping wound in his side. "What's happening?" he gasped. "Where's Zolgon?"

"Calm down," Lance warned. He wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead. "I need to finish." He poured his remaining mana into his dark magic circle. Another wave of pain shot through Doevm as his broken ribs grew back. "Sorry. I'm not as good as my sister, apparently."

"What do you mean?" Doevm coughed. "How?"