Thorn stood by the iron-bound door, the violet light of the corridor casting a shadow across the stone floor. He looked at Hannah's pale, still form one last time, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of frustration and a strange, cold curiosity.
"I have no more power here, servant," Thorn stated, his voice a low, metallic rasp. "The seal of the Sovereign is absolute. You are wasting your breath and my time. If you want her to draw another breath, there is only one being in the entirety of Voidmore who can shatter that lock. Seek the Demon Lord. Only he can undo what his blood has woven."
Thorn turned to leave, his heavy armor clanking with the sound of a closing tomb.
"Wait!" Robert called out, his voice cracking with desperation as he gestured toward the other side of the bed. "What about her? The mermaid? She's dying too. Can you not help her at least?"
