Seraphiel thrust out her staff as she channeled healing magic toward Quinlan's wound.
The gash knitted together, flesh mending, but…
It was just too slow.
Quinlan barely had time to take a breath before shadows loomed over him.
A monstrous claw slammed into his chest, tearing through newly healed skin, ripping deeper than before.
Seraphiel screamed, pouring more power into the spell, but it wasn't fast enough.
The beast of the night tore into him with relentless ferocity, ripping, shredding, devouring.
Her healing couldn't keep up.
Blood splattered across her face.
Quinlan collapsed into a bloody pulp, nothing but pieces of what he had been before.
"NOOO!!"
And then…
The monster turned its many eyes toward her, and the beast lunged.
A flash of pain.
Darkness.
She gasped awake.
The battlefield reset.
"What…?" Seraphiel muttered, struggling to understand what was going on.
But she wasn't given time.
Her family fought.
Her friends bled.
