Chapter 332: Gate 19
At Kazi’s home, William was comatose, his breathing steady but shallow. Marta’s breath hitched. William lay in the corner on a king-sized bed chamber, alone. So, so alone. Marta crept over and looked down at William, his face pale and gaunt. He looked so vulnerable, so fragile.
Kazi went beside her. He reached out and gently touched William’s forehead, checking his temperature.
"Is he going to be okay?" Marta asked softly.
Kazi turned to her and smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. "It will be okay, Marta. Once I have enough money, I’m going to ask the best healers in the White Abyss for help."
"Isn’t that Commander Cedric?"
"Templar bias. I asked around and there’s these people called the Sangoma. A vaguely interconnected group of healers who are unequivocally the best at what they do. Curses, sickness, ailment, injuries, anything the people of the White Abyss have, they go to them."
Marta’s brows knitted together. "Sangoma? I’ve never heard of them."
"They’re not a guild so they’re not well-known outside certain circles," Kazi explained. "But their reputation is impeccable. When we fought the Wendigo, we should have gone to them. But we were new. We didn’t know any better. " He let out a breath. "We did what we thought was best at the time. But now it’s different."
Marta was silent for a beat. "You and David are doing something," she stated. "Elena told me."
"Yep!" Kazi put a finger up against his lips, winking. "It’s supposed to be a secret. Don’t worry though, everything is going well."
"Is it?"