"Lady Sylvaris, take my blood and heal him," Tyrion said, extending his arm forward.
"W-what do you mean?" Sylvaris asked, confused.
"This is not the time for questions, Lady Sylvaris," Tyrion said in a louder voice. "He does not have much time remaining."
Although puzzled, Sylvaris nodded. Tyrion made a deep cut on his palm and placed it over Aurelion's wound. As Tyrion's blood fell onto the wound, the green veins slowly stopped spreading and completely vanished within a few seconds.
"Lady Sylvaris, do it now," Tyrion said, moving his hand back.
Sylvaris began the healing again. The internal organs regenerated, the flesh reformed, and the wound slowly closed. Aurelion's breathing was now stable.
"H-he is safe now," Sylvaris murmured, collapsing onto the bed, completely exhausted from healing a Demi-God.
It was only when the healing was completed that Taranis loosened his tightened fist. Turning to Tartaglia, he ordered, "Take Lady Sylvaris to her room."
