Chaos erupted within Emery's domain.
"It's Livi! She's dying!!" Haron's desperate shout tore through the air as he cradled the limp form of the female Baphamot. Her breaths were shallow, and blood seeped from deep wounds that refused to close.
Without wasting a heartbeat, Haron sprinted toward the heart of the Elysian forest—where the towering ancient trees glowed faintly with life energy.
There, Shinta was already knee-deep in her struggle to keep two other casualties alive: the hulking orc Durak, lying motionless, and Twik, suspended in a fragile bubble of light that kept its core steady. Her slender hands were channeling the vital essence drawn from the Elysian trees, golden-green motes of light flowing from her fingers into the two.
The moment Shinta saw Haron staggering in with another bloodied figure, her heart clenched. "Not her too!"
