Chapter 48: The Well’s Seal
"Ugh..."
Sollivan slowly opened his eyes and groaned from the intense pain he felt. He looked at the illuminated ceiling of the vault with blurred vision, then turned his head weakly to his right, where a mutilated human corpse lay stretched out.
He wasn’t surprised or frightened. He waited calmly until his vision cleared, and then he saw Sven’s dead body clearly. He sighed in pain. ’Good thing you’re dead.’ He turned his head back and stared at the ceiling, exhaling heavily with a heart burdened by mixed emotions.
’I survived death this time.’ He assessed his condition, but the overwhelming pain radiating from everywhere made it impossible for him to understand his situation precisely. Slowly, he moved his hands, raised them high, and examined them under the light. That was when he noticed his entire body was covered in a thick, sticky black layer, resembling a smooth armor. It pulsed faintly with a dim blue glow.
Despite the bizarre sight, he didn’t panic. On the contrary, he smiled strangely, expressing immense relief.
"My friend, you saved me. This is truly reassuring."
But he received no clear response from Noctis—only a faint, barely audible whimper.
"Alright, don’t try to communicate. I know you’re severely injured. Take all the blood that’s spilled from my body, nourish yourself, and rest."
After saying that, he wanted to lie back and rest his exhausted body, but then he remembered something that made his muscles tense.
"Devlin!"
Despite the excruciating pain, he quickly moved, dragging himself with his hands toward the small boy lying nearby.
"Please be okay. Please be okay."