CHAPTER 256
Vex's men stood guard outside Melisca's room, weapons lowered but their posture alert. The moment they saw him approaching, one of them immediately opened the door.
Vex strode inside without slowing. He left quickly before the healers managed to usher out Argon and Gandrik.
His eyes swept across the room in a single glance.
Melisca lay unconscious on the bed. Her heartbeat flickered weakly across the monitor, slow but steady enough to keep hope alive. Oxygen flowed beneath the mask covering her face. An IV hung beside the bed, while another line carried fresh blood into her veins.
She was still hanging on.
Good.
Astrid sat beside the bed, noticeably pale. A line extended from her own arm, steadily drawing blood. She leaned back against the chair, her breathing slower than normal.
Azmael worked beside Melisca, his gloved hands focused on the wound in her arm where the Krystalis had cut. Unlike ordinary injuries, it refused to close.
