The Last Blood Mage

Bathed in Blood

Lyra watched in a mixture of terror and fury as Xander disappeared into the gaping maw of the beast. She dodged to the side as the giant’s arm came crashing down, seeking the irritation that had flown into its mouth.

“Xander, you idiot,” she cursed under her breath, her voice shaking with the cocktail of fear and adrenaline that coursed through her. “This had better work.”

She could hear the muffled sounds of Xander’s struggle from within the giant, the creature’s roars now mingled with the sounds of a battle being fought inside its very body. Lyra knew she had to keep up her part of the plan, to give Xander whatever time he needed to do whatever he planned to do inside that monstrosity.

The giant became a whirlwind of fury, swinging blindly, its club now a redundant weapon alongside the true threat that lay inside it. Lyra sprinted across the cavern, her breaths coming in short gasps, her legs burning. She fired arrow after arrow, pieces of metal and rock now, anything to keep the gi