You've Got To Bring Me Along Too. I'm A Good Fighter

Mag could sense Ah Zi's aura. He saw Ah Zi dashing down with Irina on its back as soon as he got to the rooftop.

"Is she injured?" Mag immediately carried Irina off Ah Zi's back. There weren't any obvious injuries on her body, and her breathing was smooth. She was simply out cold.

"Ah Zi, leave the city first, but don't go far. Stay at the usual place," Mag instructed Ah Zi.

Ah Zi nodded. It flapped its wings, and disappeared on the horizon.

Mag carried Irina downstairs, and placed her gently on the bed.

Did she go fighting? Mag looked at Irina, who was still unconscious, and asked inwardly, "System, help me give her a checkup. Is she injured? Is her life in danger?"

"Irina, female, 30 years old, elf. Physical conditions: serious exhaustion of magical power. Multiple soft tissue injuries have been repaired. The body has entered into a protective sleep state. Nothing serious." The system's checkup report quickly appeared in Mag's mind.