Jefferson's knuckles were white against the rail as he looked down into the chamber below. He had seen Seraphina bleed before, but never like this. Her pale skin was streaked crimson, her breathing ragged as the healers swarmed her bed. The faint shimmer of divine aura around her flickered like a dying flame.
"Unacceptable…" Jefferson's voice was a growl. "This wasn't supposed to happen."
The Tower's elite medics worked in silence, fear thick in the air. None of them dared to look Jefferson in the eye. Every hiss of bandage and every muttered incantation felt like it echoed.
Jefferson's jaw tightened. The threat wasn't the likes of which Seraphina hadn't handled before. She was good tower's number 3 elite. He didn't expect it to escalate.
He turned sharply, his heavy cloak brushing the floor as he left the infirmary. The guards lining the halls straightened instantly, their spears clicking against the polished marble.
