Everyone fought to the limit, faces were wet with sweat. He flooded his eyes, weapons slipped out of his hands. The detachment, without saying a word, closed ranks, standing up to protect the wounded. Lester covered a heavily bleeding wound on his neck with his hand, the other rested on a dented shield. Vincent cast a powerful spell, removing about fifty dead people underground. It was evident that it was hard for the sorcerer. Then the magician rushed to the wounded, literally pouring a potion from his countless reserves around Lester's neck. The warrior did not make a sound, although I knew what pain he was experiencing now. The wound quickly covered itself with a hard crust and stopped bleeding. Now Leicester's life is out of danger, but now there is no fighter from him. Vincent returned to his usual spells, but it was clear that he was also at the limit.