They were fighting their worst enemy. Their worst enemy and their hardest battle.

Valen was trying to divert attention on himself, so Elvorfiging and Deekin could cast their spells. Soon was Mephistopheles hit by ice storm and acid arrows but it had little effect on him - or so it seemed. All three begun to fight him with their weapons while two of them were casting spells, too.

Hit, dodge; hit and dodge. Spell, hit, dodge; spell, hit and dodge. Load the crossbow, loose, cast spell.

And then - Mephistofeles finally looked weaker than in the beginning. No wonder - after long battle he was covered with wounds. The three declaimed with new energy.

After a while, which seemd to be forever, he finally fell to the ground. Valen and Elvorfiring put down their helmets and tiredly smiled at each other. Suddenly Elvorfiring shouted: "Watch!" and leapt in front of Valen. Mephistopheles wasn't dead yet. He lashed his claw after Valen but Elvorfiring was quicker. She pushed Valen aside and Mephistofeles' claw sweeped her up to the nearest wall, where with nasty cracking she fell to the ground.

Valen was on her side at once. Her beautiful skin was under its normal violescent tinge deathly pale and from the niche of her mouth small rill of blood was flowing. When he knelt beside of her, she slowly opened her eyes and looked on him and tried to smile.

He gently toucher her cheek. "Elvorfiring, just don't die, okay? Everything will be all right, yes? Everything will be okay..."

She pressed his hand to her cheek and whispered: "Aoskanine the Demonwrestler... I free you from the heigh of your blood." She looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You are free, Valen. You are free and you can do whatever you want..." With one last smile she closed her eyes and stiffened.

"Boss! Boss! What happened to boss?!" cried Deekin. Valen didn't answer. Just looked on the now calm face of Elvorfiring. 'She's dead...'

Suddenly Durnan appeared by his side with some elven woman. She knelt beside Elvorfiring and reached to try her heartbeat. In a few moments she said something but he didn't react.

Durnan patted on his shoulder. "Hey, you there! Linu says she's not dead!"

This roused him. "What? She... she's still alive? Then what are you waiting for?! Help her!"

The woman smiled at him. "Can you please carry her?"

In answer he lifted Elvorfiring up. Durnan led the way to some still-standing-house, where he laid her on bed and then he had to leave the room. "I need to take off her clothes - and I will be able to do it quicker if I will be here alone." So he and Deekin left the room.

Deekin sat promptly on the ground before the doors and Valen - after short hesitation - sat beside him and hid his face into his hands.

"Errr... will boss be okay?"

'What should I do? Tell him, that everything will be okay? Or that she can't survive?' In the end he just whispered: "Yes, she will be okay." But he was unable to look into Deekin's eyes. He just pressed his hands to his eyes, so noone could see him crying.

'Don't die, Elvorfiring. Please, don't die.' The worst time of his life, even worse than it was in Abbys, begun.