Chapter 131 - All or Nothing - I
The whisper barely reached my ears before everything began to collapse.
"You came back..."
Seraphine’s voice was a thread. A trembling line between the world of the living and the edge of unconsciousness. When I turned to face her, her eyes tried to smile, but her body had already given up. Blood trickled from her wrist, remnants of what she’d given to feed the chalice. Her shoulders fell like dead petals. She collapsed in the same instant.
I ran, but it was too late. Deep faint. Weak pulse. Terminal effort-induced anemia. Four days bleeding for the others.
I held her in my arms for one second too long.
And then I raised my eyes.
The world around me was no longer the one I had left.
It was a painting in decay, a battlefield silenced under the weight of the end.
Dórian, the unbreakable shield, lay motionless, his hands burned down to the bone.
His chest barely rising, the smell of necrotic flesh thick in the air, coming from within, as if his soul were rotting before his body.
Aeloria was beside him—or what was left of him.