Clovis's scream grew weaker as the void continued draining mana and lifeforce from his body. His legs hung beneath him without strength, while his silver eyes remained fixed upon the place where Augustus had destroyed Max's chest.
"How..." Clovis struggled to speak as blood ran down his chin. "How are you alive?"
Max stopped the draining before the king died, leaving only enough strength inside him to remain conscious.
"Your heart was destroyed," Clovis continued, his breathing becoming faster as he stared at the flesh that had grown across the wound. "You were supposed to be dead..." His eyes remained fixed upon Max's repaired chest. As far as Clovis knew, nobody returned from the dead.
"I was," Max answered without showing any emotion. "Now tell me—where is Clotilde?"
"I do not know."
