"Elder Yasoria, make sure she is able to speak again. We will not leave this place till she tells me the truth," Zevryn said, his tone sharp and commanding.
His cold emerald eyes never left Seraphina, whose blood continued to gush out of her throat, painting the floor beneath her in dark crimson streaks.
"Right away, Your Majesty," Elder Yasoria replied with quiet composure. Without hesitation, she pressed her palm gently against Seraphina's throat, closing her eyes as faint threads of golden light began to weave through her fingers. The air shimmered faintly as the healing spell took effect, the smell of iron and blood slowly being overtaken by the faint scent of ozone.
Seraphina's body convulsed once, her back arching as air suddenly rushed into her lungs. A hoarse gasp tore from her lips, followed by several ragged breaths.
