Ren's tears burned behind her eyes as fear and sorrow dressed tightly around her chest. She had never seen a raw cracked spine before, especially not like this. Her adorable Gloria, her sweet maid who had always been more than a sister, now lay shattered.
"Hang in there, Gloria. Please, I'm begging you."
Arkilla was frantic. She watched her Queen struggle, pouring every ounce of will into healing, though her power trembled and faltered. Sweat gathered on Her Highness' brows. The Queen wasn't strong enough yet to mend a wound like this. And with Master Agara injured and unable to help, who could? No one, not even a skilled Fae healer, could reverse the damage this severe. Yet somehow, Gloria had walked there, to the Spike. Rail had said she pushed herself, dragging her broken body to catch the Spike.
"My Queen, you have to let her go!" Arkilla pleaded, voice tight with helplessness. This was killing her Luna.
