His hold around her body tightened as the wind sword pierced through his chest disintegrated, leaving behind an opening that closed faster than the previous wound.
He was never bothered by the pain it caused, instead worried about what they might have done to her to be so weak, cold and having barely any will to live through this.
He was one hundred and one percent sure he left a protective barrier around her before he left.
How did they manage to get her out of the house to drain her in such a way?
His eyes stared down at the familiar bodies beside him. A headless body of the Crown Prince, placed side by side the body of the queen of the third heaven.
He noticed the bloodied sword hanging loosely in one of her hands and for some reason, that oddly made him want to protect her the most. To keep her safe and away from whatever set up this might be.
