He reached the victim and tried to save the mutilated child. A battle raged around him, a hail of spells, the damned howls of the possessed, the screams of the wounded and dying, among which the healer did not hear the sorcerer he had shot earlier reciting a spell. He realised too late. The boy lying on the altar arched his back with a bloodcurdling scream, his fingers quickly turned into claws, his skin hardened, his teeth turned into fangs, and his eyes burst and turned into black, festering boils.
The reanimated corpse lunged at the doctor's throat and tore it apart. Later, the guards who took part in the operation said that Dr. Herpetes threw off the black magic beast, and with his throat torn apart, he lunged at the sorcerer who had cast the spell and beat him to death with his bare fists. Everyone thought the healer would not survive, but he was lucky that the Grand Master and the Crown Marshal himself arrived as soon as they were notified of the cult. Master Tilion rose to the heights of his art and saved Herpetes and all the other wounded, while the Marshal wiped out all the Spawn that the sorcerers had managed to create. Since then, the healer had difficulty speaking, but despite this, he did not end his service and continued to actively participate in all operations conducted by the Azure Guard. He changed only one thing: he trained extremely hard and climbed to the heights of human capabilities when it came to working on himself.
-Now something more interesting. Endurance.- Darius returned to reality just in time to see Draco jump off the stone table. The dragon stretched, flexing all his joints.- Come with me. Yes, yes.- The doctor did not wait for the patient's reaction and moved to the other side of the room.
Bleist turned around to take in the space behind the shelves. Herpetes had set up a gym combined with a training room there. A leather mat lay on the floor, various weights, mannequins and targets were stacked against the
