The Chief Mage wasted no time. He raised his hand and loosed an arrow.
The seemingly ordinary arrow, condensed from Magic, pierced straight through the barrier. It was the first time Pascal had ever seen the Blue Light Barrier, developed by his junior apprentice Rorschach, broken so easily.
Caught off guard, Pascal could only twist his body with all his might to dodge, but the arrow still struck his leg. He tumbled down the stairs, rolling to a stop beside Richard.
The wound resembled the flesh of an apple left out for too long. The fluid seeping from it quickly turned from bright red to a thick, viscous black. Richard forced himself to focus, placing a hand on the wounded man's thigh.
The unlucky Pascal hadn't even managed to thank him before a new wave of immense pain washed over him. A strange "aroma" filled the air—Richard's emergency treatment. He had gathered immense heat in his palm and was cauterizing Pascal's wound.
