Chapter 11

Wizard's voice echoed through the courtyard. Healer remained silent, but a steely determination flashed in her eyes. With a sudden burst of speed, she lunged towards the room where my mother lay. The ground beneath her feet seemed to tremble, as if the very earth was afraid of the dark power she wielded.​ Wizard reacted instantly, blocking Healer' path with a snarl. In an instant, the courtyard erupted into a fierce battle. The clash of their powers sent shockwaves rippling through the air, accompanied by the unearthly howls of werewolves, as if the cursed beasts were cheering on the combatants. A chilling wind whipped through the courtyard, carrying with it the musty, metallic scent of blood and the wild.​ I shielded my eyes with my arm. The battle raged on.​ Finally, the sounds of combat began to subside. Cautiously, I lowered my arm and squinted through the lingering haze. Healer lay crumpled in a pool of blood, her body covered in gruesome wounds that resemb