Chapter Fifty-Eight
"No… It can't be," Yuta whispered, and as Elrien approached, he stumbled backwards.
"No… don't come c-closer!" His voice was filled with genuine fright, and for a second, something twitched in Elrien's gaze, almost resembling a deep sorrowful hurt, but it was gone in the next blink.
"Rest."
The word left Elrien's barely parted lips like a whispered command, carrying with it the weight of ancient power that seeped into Yuta's consciousness like a drug.
Yuta's tear-filled eyes fluttered closed almost instantly, his trembling body going limp as supernatural sleep claimed him.
Elrien caught Yuta's falling form before he could hit the water, gathering the unconscious human against his chest with movements that were achingly gentle.
Elrien's eyes trailed from Yuta's face to his hand which was now covered in dried blood.
His brows scrunched together and for the first time in centuries, the demon Lord was deeply confused over what had just happened.
