Chapter 42: Savior
At the end of the narrowed pathway, they reached a circular hall, a venue surrounded by statues of old Fae gods. In the center lay a stone bed, its walls engraved with runes. Ren swallowed hard. Fae runes, they were engraved on each side.
A hole in the roof allowed light to pour onto Orgeve’s motionless body. Ren ascended the two steps and stood above the Reaper’s body as Siamon appeared beside her.
"Luna Ren, did you summon me?"
Healer Rigo and Gamma Rail emerged from another pathway.
"No, but I need you." She glanced at the bag in his hand. Kai had sent him to support her. "Where is His Highness?" she asked.
"Informants came from the village, and he went to check the reports. He’ll be here shortly," Rail answered as they stopped next to ’The Gone’s Last Bed.’
Ren’s heart filled with an inexplicable feeling. This dull, cold bed was like the last promise of death to those whose thread of life was about to be severed from this world.
Borrowing a small silver bar from the healer, Ren bent close to Org’s face. His lips were dark purple.
"It is definitely not wolfsbane," she noted, opening his mouth. His tongue was still red—which it shouldn’t be. His body was rigid and cold, but not the cold she had seen before. Back in Zillgaira, they had examined corpses in their lab. She knew how the dead looked. Though they had been strangers, her heart had always broken to see some die young for different reasons.
"I’ve checked, milady. It wasn’t wolfsbane."
She needed to check his brain function. "Yes, give me a small rubber hammer."