Lady Serena let out a startled yell as she stumbled inside the chambers forbidden to others.
There, on the floor, lay Xion in Darius' arms.
It was as if there was heavy rain dyeing everything red, until not even a single inch of Xion was spared.
He looked lifeless.
"Xion... My child..."
"He is not dead!" Darius snarled. "He is not. My Xion is... Bring Allen. Now!"
Darius was pouring his mana into Xion's limp body. Suddenly, he was glad that he had suffered from Moonshade Affliction.
If not for that, Xion wouldn't have replaced his mana with his own.
That energy now rushed inside Xion without any resistance as if answering a silent plea.
The only obstacle now was the broken, fragile vessel before him, barely clinging to life.
Was it Serena, the sobbing Noxian, or one of the guards who had called for Allen?
Darius had no clue.
The moment the alchemist tried to touch the patient, he had instinctively pulled Xion tightly against his chest, cradling him protectively.
