It rained hard. The ground was slick with moss and mud, making it hard for the cob to go uphill any longer. It was weak and weary. What a poor being, exposing its life to grave threat just for them to survive. The cob sank down to the ground, panting heavily.
Chase sighed, patting the neck of the pity creature. “You have done a great job. Time to go now.” The cob whined in a low, weak sound, breathing its last and then passed. He put his hand on its forehead and made it turn to speckles of dust and vanished. He carried Sofia on his arms and finds a shelter for them. Chase traversed the course uphill. The heavy rain was slowing him down. He tried to use a spell but it falter. They were both absolutely drenched in the rain. Looking down on the young woman on his arms, he could feel her shivering with cold. She was pale and worn out. Chase transfer some of his remaining strength on her. His power was weaken and he felt the numbness of his hands. He wonder if the others made it and escaped. Something caught his eyes on a distance, a shelter. A cave perhaps. It was near the cliff and the path was not friendly. A single mistake could made you fell down to the jagged, sharp rocks below. Fortunately, he made it and they went inside. Dried leaves and twigs blocked the passage. He use a little amount of his ability to remove them. The place was not that nice but it sheltered them anyway. He made a fire to keep them warm. It still rained hard that he only see a mere silhouette of the forest.