Lord Patrick helped me stagger up. I rest on him. My chest now with a great wound. Stella took care of the last Warlock. Azura ran over to us. She examined the wound.

"Well?" Lord Patrick asked.

"Good news is, it looks not serious. Bad news is I don't have anything to treat it with." She said.

I break off from Lord Patrick. I've had many wounds and survived. This won't make a difference. I walk forward. I know where she'd be. I know where to destroy her. I just don't know how exactly. 

"Rain, you need to rest. Your no-good to anyone if you're dead." Azura said.

"I'm fine. We have to get a move on." I say limping. 

It feels weird being stabbed with my own sword. My body ached. Pain flashed in my chest. I take my sword back. The wind starts to howl. I look up. I see massive black clouds that form around us. The winds start to pick up a lot. I feel myself being pulled by the winds. 

I didn't have the strength to hold on. I flew into Kane, and we flew into a tree. I wince as blood continued to gush out of chest. I stood up, but I feel my legs give way. Kane caught me before I fell down completely.

"We need to find shelter!" Azura said.

Kane helped me up. I point to a tangle of branches forming a dome. We hurried inside it.