Marina couldn't stop crying. As she knelt next to the Guardian's giant hand, where Greg lay still and pale as death, they fell without making a sound. His chest barely moved up and down, and each breath was so shallow that she had to lean in close to make sure he was still breathing.
"Please," she said, her voice shaking. "Don't go, please."
"Don't go...!!!"
She had seen death before. As an adventurer and someone who had seen her brother die, she knew what it looked like when someone was dead. Greg looked too much like that now with his skin cold and clammy and his lips blue.
"Marina." Ryn's voice was soft as she knelt next to Marina with one hand on her shoulder. "Let me give it a shot."
"He used everything," Marina said, her throat tight. "Everything about him, starting with his mana and his life force..."
"How do you heal someone who gave away all of their life energy?"
