"Raydon?"
Hearing this cry of alarm, Ronald instinctively killed the treant.
As Costate reached out to begin the extraction of the original magic power from the treant's body, Ronald turned and hurried toward the location where Raydon and Helle were.
—At first glance.
—The situation was very bad.
Little Helle's eyes were filled with panic, while Raydon had already collapsed on the ground, his breathing and chest pain completely gone.
"..."
"I'll take a look."
Ronald immediately knelt beside Raydon.
Breathing, pulse, eyes…
All these conditions used to judge a person's state, Raydon had, without exception, all the characteristics of death.
What was even more dismaying,
was that Ronald, under the investigation of 'Fury,' also felt Raydon's thoughts rapidly weakening and then disappearing from the range of the spell's detection.
There was no other answer.
Raydon was dead.
