บท 63: Highswords

Damian sighed and looked at the distant swirling water as the mage boy used a healing spell on his hand, the healing was minimum though. Damian couldn't even copy the spell because it was his writing hand that he had used the runic spell from.

"Thank you kid, without you, we might really have been in a bind here." The cool lady said.

"What happened though..? The monster was split in two.. Looked like an air blade but he did not chant or use sword..." The mage boy inquired while repeating the healing spell again and again.

Damian removed his eyes from the blue water and looked at the people surrounding him. He was sitting on the end of wooden steps leading up to the upper deck where the captain's capstan was. Even the spearman and the pugilist had come hearing the commotion. Many other people were there but after a while seeing the repeated healing spell and hearing what happened, most of them left. Only the pathfinders remained.