Minutes Earlier
Behind the safety of the Elysian barrier, Emery worked desperately to stabilize Morgana and Vayarel. Time was slipping through his fingers, and the chaos outside was growing more dangerous by the second.
Vayarel's injuries were far worse than they first appeared. Though Talaro's saber hadn't pierced his heart, frozen venom coursed through his veins like creeping death, turning muscle and blood into brittle ice. His body shivered uncontrollably, barely clinging to life.
Morgana was in no better condition. Her body was a mess of deep gashes and splintered bones. Her spirit pool had been drained dry. She had nothing left to give.
And yet… she was still awake.
"I can't rest now… No… I need to stay awake…" she murmured, voice shaking. Her fingers gripped his robe tightly.
Through the soul bond they shared, Emery could feel her fear. Not of death. She was terrified that if she let go, even for a second, Emery might vanish again.
