Descent Into...?

"...Cast: Recover…!"

She desperately tried to use the restorative magic on her companion, holding her magecraft-conjuring staff close to the gushing wound.

"Cancel: Magic."

–Again, her magic was snuffed out before she could conjure anything, all done at the snap of the man's bony fingers, backed by his blood-churning grin.

"...No…"

She could hardly manifest the words from her gut through the infallible veil of despair hanging around her.

It continued to rapidly descend in front of her eyes; the life of her friend.

Myung-Hee was profusely sweating, overcoming a flash fever at the continuous, aggressive loss of blood as she kept her hand over the wound in a futile attempt to stifle the loss.

"...Get out of here."

Those words muttered from Myung-Hee's lips confused the silver-haired girl as she sat there on her knees beside her companion, only faintly hearing the laughter and heckles of the two entities of evil who seemed to spectate with interest.