Commander Rel was getting back to her feet ten meters away. I had burned two holes through her body, but that was not enough to keep an Adept down; as long as her head or heart remained, she was almost impossible to kill.
Her injuries would also heal faster, especially if she could call upon the essence around her to accelerate her recovery.
Her face had recovered the cold mask, but the fear was still in the eyes underneath it.
The moment she came to her feet, she began to cast. I don't think the Commander was treating me like an Acolyte any longer.
She was building a configuration that would finish me, and she was being careful this time, building it slowly.
I was going to die soon, and I let her build the spell she was going to kill me with.
How many deaths have I suffered so far? It seemed such a strange and silly question that I would not have ever thought to ask myself before this moment.
