The first scream cut through the battlefield like a blade through cloth. It was sharp, piercing, and unmistakably filled with terror.
Some of the adventurers flinched at the sound, their instincts screaming to turn and look but they couldn't do that right now. Their weapons were locked against their own relentless enemies. One glance away could mean a sword in the gut or an arrow through the throat.
So they stayed locked in battle while gritting their teeth and thinking the worst, that one of their healers had simply dead to an opponent's blade.
Darel's party didn't slow either. The rhythm of combat demanded their full attention. Every swing, every spell, every dodge was survival. The scream was a loss for them but not an unfamiliar one.
"Damn it… probably one of the healers," muttered one of Darel's fighters, not daring to look back from Kaela's movement.
But then came a second scream.
