The golden roots unwrapped from around Martha.
They peeled away layer by layer before withdrawing completely, releasing her back into reality.
She dropped to her knees immediately, but her hands reached out, grabbing Reinhard's body and pulling him against her chest. Her light blue eyes stared at the massive hole punched through his torso with blood pooling beneath him.
His chest was still rising and falling, but at an extremely slow pace. His eyes remained open, but the light in them was fading.
The blue in his eye was becoming grey, then darker.
Martha trembled as her fingers clutched at his shoulders. "What is happening to him now?!"
Mimir's voice came steady despite the urgency. "Now it's time for Odin to do his part."
Martha's brows furrowed while looking at the crow, confusion and doubt warring in her expression. "Would Odin really help? Reinhard has just become a Beast Master. Why would his spirit-"
