บท 183: Mistakes

After twenty minutes of paddling away from the fight, Doevm and Elero finally decided to stop and take care of the two unconscious passengers.

'What the hell was that?' Doevm thought as he took out a healing potion. He popped the cork, spat it on the ground, bent down and poured the contents down Frey's throat. 'When did I become so useless?' He massaged the throat muscles, forcing the sleeping giant to swallow. Doevm sat down and waited for the wounds to heal. 'I knew a thousand ways to beat Trak, but I couldn't use a single one of them. Even now, I can only think of magic to counter him, and nothing else. Nothing but that horrible excuse for magic.' He closed his eyes and pictured the library. A single book pulsed faster than his heartbeat. 'I can take care of that later. First, the weak links.'