Chapter 271: The Only Cure
The medical car of the Iron-Horse was a tomb of silence, broken only by the rhythmic clack-clack-clack of the wheels against the deep-earth rails. The air smelled of ozone, blood, and the sterile cold of the stasis pods.
Leon Lionheart stood over one of the pods. His hands were gripping the metal rim so hard that the adamantite was groaning, warping under his strength. Inside the glass, floating in the suspension fluid, was Selena Veylan. She looked peaceful, but her skin was the color of ash.
"System," Leon whispered, his voice cracking. "Shop. Open Shop."
A holographic screen that only he could see flickered into existence. His eyes darted frantically across the rows of items.
Potion of Greater Healing? No. Physical wounds only.
Elixir of Mana Restoration? No.
Phoenix Feather? Revives the recently dead. She wasn't dead. She was... fading.
