EW. Blinded
Arca dashed towards him, swinging his whip—but at what? , and all the mist he tore through was just mist!
"Romeo!" Irmilla echoed. She raised her hands towards the younger priest.
For a moment, the stream of blood stopped and even seemed to turn back towards Romeo—but then it resumed with twice the strength.
Arca's whip sliced the sphere of blood, boiling some of it with flames, but it didn't stop the spell itself.
With his other hand, Arca conjured several steel arrows which flew in the approximate direction of where Spezzian could be. They flew through the mist and embedded themselves in the ground.
The flow of blood stopped.
'Did it work? Did Romeo?..'
Arca finally reached his subordinate—his friend—and kneeled next to him. His already unconscious form slumped on itself even more. Arca leaned closer, trying to catch a sound of his breathing, any sign of life.