A short while later, Lucian, Sera, Elira, Zeri, Lyria, and Kaelen were all gathered inside the infirmary.
Daylight seeped in through the window — glistening as it fell upon the scattered golden hair of Aria, who was lying completely motionless on the bed.
Her always charming, bright eyes were shut low, and her skin had turned an ashen white. Her usually baby-pink lips were cracked and dried out, with peeling flakes giving her an uncomfortably ugly, realistic look.
It looked exactly like her body was completely withering away from the inside...
Seeing Aria in this state, no one could even find the words to say. A heavy, suffocating silence hung over them, as if death itself was hovering right next to her. Even Lucian was standing there dead quiet.
Standing in the back, the infirmary healer noticed the dead silence, stepped a bit closer, and murmured in a low voice.
"I... I already informed Miss Aria's family two days ago, however, for now—"
