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Sothoryos XVIII

Jon frowned slightly as he looked around. Things hadn't gone well, not today. He saw the lifeless bodies of several elves, lying on the ground. Although, if it was just that, he could keep himself stable. The real problem was that they were torn apart; some without arms, others split in half. It was a horrible scene, even for more experienced fighters.

Mardrack Darkheart even had a dark expression. Jon glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, noticing how his fists remained clenched, to the point that he could see drops of blood slowly falling. His jaw was rigid, indicating that he was clenching his teeth.

Sighing a little, Jon approached the person responsible for the massacre, or at least one of them. It was a creature similar to a dragon, but smaller. It had leathery wings and a snout that ended in a cruel beak. Jon brought his hand closer to the Wyvern's head with a frown. It was his first time fighting one of them, and he was lucky to have a great team at his side.

"It's infested..." he muttered angrily. He didn't care much for Wyverns, due to their cruel and brutal natures. In fact, even Elves, who respected animal life, felt a certain level of hatred towards the winged beasts. Jon's anger stemmed from the infestation of parasitic magic that he could feel, even see. They were red spots all around the Wyvern's body.

"It was clearly controlled, just like the other one..." an elf approached, frowning.

"Dunelinn... How are you feeling?" Jon asked, looking at the elf with short, green hair like the leaves of a healthy tree.

"Exhausted, my friend. This was... the most exhausting expedition this year. At least so far."

Jon nodded. He hadn't participated in every expedition, but it was certainly the most complicated. The deadliest.

"I think you should talk to the Commander. Currently, you are the closest to him, among us. We still have to continue to eliminate the stench of the stinking men."

Jon nodded and turned around, walking towards the Commander.

"Master Mardrack, I think...", Jon had started, but immediately stopped. Mardrack, who had heard his voice, looked at him. For a second, he was confused at seeing Jon's surprised expression, which turned to scared in an instant. And in a blink, he was jumping at him.

"Hey, what are you doing!", Mardrack shouted when he had to block a kick from Jon. He didn't know what happened, but he heard the screams of his soldiers. And then, he heard Jon's scream. An angry scream, but also one of pain. Then, his disciple was dragged away with tremendous force.

It was one of the Wyverns. He thought they had killed all three of them, all of them. But he was wrong. One was left alive, waiting for its moment to devour anyone within reach, or simply to escape when everyone was gone.

Mardrack had seen many things throughout his life, but nothing like what he was witnessing. His disciple, Jon, had managed to pull him away from danger in a moment of weakness, being dragged with all the strength of the beast as it tried to devour him. The Wyvern's head was tilted to one side, while Jon's hands held its jaws with all he could.

But, if it were only that, he would not have felt pain at what he saw.

Having to receive so much force, while also holding the Wyvern's mouth, Jon's left arm had been broken. His skin had been torn while one of the bones in his forearm, was broken and visible to the naked eye. And as he screamed, he hit his head against a part of the upper jaw, near the teeth.

Jon screamed at the top of his lungs as he recited a spell in his mind. Wind swirled around his feet and hands. His feet continued to drag due to the Wyvern's force, and as he propelled himself forward thanks to the spell, blood exploded from his legs.

It had all happened in just a few seconds, precious seconds in which Mardrack managed to snap out of his state of shock. A powerful scream came from the mouth of the Expedition Commander and he pulled his greatsword from behind. With a great leap, he descended with his sword, right over the Wyvern's head.

The Wyvern fell to the ground immediately, while Mardrack spun his sword and sank it deeper.

Dunalinn immediately rushed over, as did several others. It was Dunalinn who managed to catch Jon, who was falling forward.

"Naisha, get out the potions!" Dunalinn ordered as he carefully placed Jon on the ground. He began checking the wounds and bit his lower lip a little.

 "How is he?! Tell me how Jon is!" Mardrack immediately ran over, cradling his disciple's head. He could see his wounds at that moment. His head was bleeding from the headbutt he had used to resist, the bone of his forearm was visible, while the wound bled profusely. His pants were stained with blood and his legs looked a little uneven.

"H- Hey... please... tell me they won't have to... aim..." Jon muttered, barely conscious.

"We'll have to open up the wound on your arm a little more, Jon," Naisha said seriously. "We need to reposition the bone correctly, so the potion can heal it and you won't have future problems. Your legs... well, they'll heal, but you won't be able to walk for a moon, maybe a little longer...".

Jon looked at Mardrack at that moment. The Commander and part of the five elders, looked at Naisha and nodded strongly. The procedure began immediately and was over in a few minutes, though to Jon it felt like hours. He felt the full pain of having his skin cut, broken bone touched, and shoved back inside. He screamed and moved, but his companions pinned him down hard on the ground.

When it was all over and he was given a potion to drink, they bandaged his arm and legs, as well as his head. He was asleep at the time. Asleep, dirty and sweaty, covered in blood.

"Commander, we must take him back. He needs a lot of rest."

Mardrack nodded seriously and said, "Go. I will stay here, take care of the bodies of the deceased brothers. And the Wyverns too. We cannot leave their rotting bodies in the woods."

"Sir, that is dangerous!" Dunalinn replied immediately. "Even for you, it is still dangerous."

"This happened because of my negligence, Dunalinn. I will stay here until they return with reinforcements, understood?"

 Dunalinn frowned as he looked Mardrack straight in the eyes. Finally, after a few tense moments, the elf sighed and nodded.

"We move now! We have to do it quickly, to get back with support for the Commander!"

Everyone shouted in agreement before getting ready.

Mardrack looked at Jon with feelings of guilt. The young man had saved his life when he was in a moment of weakness. Even he, who had lived for over a thousand years, felt the death of his subordinates. He had made a rookie mistake in thinking that they had eliminated all the enemies and were out of danger.

Soon, Mardrack picked up Jon and walked over to Dunalinn, who he carefully handed Jon over to.

"Blackfang, be careful," Dunalinn said, receiving a small growl from her animal companion.

"We'll be back as soon as possible. Be careful."

"I know. I won't make the same mistake," Mardrack said with deadly seriousness.

"Come on!"

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