Lyria felt as though death were closer than ever. Keeping her eyes open was becoming an exhausting struggle, and every breath sent another wave of pain through her battered body.
She needed the same high tier healing potion Caelthas had given to her before.
She forced herself to look at the scene before her. She couldn't fall unconscious so easily.
Damien, Brandon, Caelthas, and Queen Aelyssa stood facing Vorthane, their expressions grim and their bodies tense. Vorthane's blood-red sword remained pointed toward her, its blade ready to end her life at any moment.
Lyria tried to move, but even the slightest movement sent pain shooting through her body.
Before she could make any progress, Vorthane planted his foot on her right leg, pinning her to the ground.
"Don't move..." he warned, his voice dripping with murderous intent. "I have no particular interest in a this girl, but she's still a nuisance to our plans."
