บท 390: Friendly Fire

Olpi's back hit the ice wall before she knew it. The wolves were coming and no one would help her. She aimed a magic circle at the incoming horde. Mana flooded out of her outstretched hands just as Elero landed in front of her.

"Watch out!" she cried. It was too late to stop.

Mana turned into frost. Elero barely saw the white flash, however it was just enough for her instincts to take over.

Elero's knees bent, pulling most of her body out of harm's way. Most. Not all. Just before Olpi's vision went white, the spell latched onto part of Elero's back.

"I'm sorry!" Olpi's words were drowned out by a scream filled with nothing but pain. The spell continued onwards over the pack of wolves, and mournful howls joined with Elero's cry. Olpi blinked through the tears and all she saw was Elero, writhing on the ground, her shivering form covered in frost.