Stephan had been so focused on tearing the Orc apart that he hadn't even noticed Anna Mary's condition. When he finally turned and saw her lying there,pale, blood pooling beneath her, cold dread pierced through the lingering battle-high.
"Damn that Orc…" he muttered, voice dark with frustration. "I should've killed him slowly."
He stepped toward them, jaw clenched.
"Grief....can't you do something? Do something, damn it!"
Grief didn't look up. Her hands were already glowing with dull black light, pressed against Anna Mary's wound.
"I'm trying, my Lord," she said quietly. "But… not in this realm. My healing isn't responding here."
Stephan's eyes narrowed.
Is it the same reason I don't have full access to the System? he wondered. Grief was created through the System's Abyssal protocol… If the System is malfunctioning here, then she's affected too…
But why? What is this realm?
"Damn that bird…" Stephan growled through clenched teeth. "Damn you, Noctis."
