Still a little muddled from the pain, I stood up. The grating sounds of the mace being dragged against the floor were grating against my ears, filling my mind with anxiety.
It was now that I realized I didn't get a wooden stake, or any weapon for that matter. In other words, since there was no mana in this place, there was little I could realistically do.
...Unless I was willing to sacrifice my hand in order to take this three-horned demon down. Wait, what constituted as a weapon I could use anyway?
As that question appeared in my mind, it quickly disappeared as I realized that the dragging sound was getting terribly close.
In desperation, I held out my hand in front of me and decided to think about the consequences later. Since I couldn't cast the healing spell here, it was probably a terrible idea.
If I retreated back outside of the cave to cast spells, I would be thrown right back into the flames.