Chapter 411: Hopeless
Tauri’s world swam in a haze as she tumbled down a hundred feet into the darkness. She crashed into the rushing river, back first, and her vision darkened with pain. Icy water filled her nostrils and she gasped for breath, inadvertently letting more water into her throat.
Her mind was in a daze, pain crawled over her back, and her lungs burned with freezing water. She tried to move, to swim to the surface, but a sharp pain shot up through her right arm.
Tauri gritted her teeth and channeled brown mana into her veins and cast a strengthening spell. But her brown mana was sluggish, the pain and freezing temperatures disrupting her flow of mana. The spell failed and her muscles spasmed from the backlash.
The river’s powerful current dragged her deeper into its depths and her consciousness began to fade into cold numbness.
A small hand suddenly grabbed Tauri’s forearm, its claws digging into her skin. The pain and bleeding warmth shocked her awake. Her amber eyes shot open. It was too dark, she could barely make out a small figure dragging her towards the surface. Tauri tried to swim, she could hardly move, her muscles still reeling from the ruined spell. Yet the small figure was not deterred and kept swimming, dragging Tauri against the current.
They suddenly broke through the surface of the water and Tauri gasped precious gulps of air. The goblin dragged the exhausted orc to the rocky shore, before finally releasing her grip.
Tauri fell to the ground and coughed up water over and over. She fell over on her side and groaned weakly. Blood oozed out from dozens of small cuts where the ice shrapnel had hit her.
Tauri grimaced in pain and glanced at her savior. “You…?” she mumbled in surprise and exhaustion.
Srixa smirked tiredly, “I told you, if anyone is going to kill you, it’s gonna be me, not fucking gravity.”