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Li and Azhar sat on either end of a fallen tree trunk. In the middle, the wyrm lay as still as a corpse. Azhar was hunched over the wyrm, his eyes narrowed in focus as he analyzed her health. His hand gently went to her legs, feeling her joints to see if they were intact before making his way up to her eyes. He gingerly grasped the wyrm's head and used his thumb to peel back her closed eyes.

"There," he said, nodding his head towards the wyrm's eye. It glowed a bright yellow that was distinctly visible in the black of night. "She's alright. Just used up all her mana is what it is."

"Are you sure?" said Li. "She has no heartbeat and she's cold like ice to the touch."