Just as Xion had guessed, Darius was distraught.
His fingers clenched around the thin wrist, seeking even the faintest tremor of life, but there was none.
Allen held onto the other wrist, pushing his mana into the dry veins. Yes, dry.
The entire body was parched from within, like a husk drained of all essence.
How? How could that even be possible? Allen's brow creased deeper, his face paling to match the other two in the room.
"You can treat it, right?"
Never in his life had Ray longed so deeply to be proven wrong by the alchemist. This time, though, he was begging that his earlier conclusion was off the mark.
The knight commander had seen Allen pulling the dead soldiers back to life. He was hoping to see exactly that.
But any flicker of hope was obliterated when Allen shook his head in denial.
Twenty minutes. That was how long it took Allen to confirm that this was indeed just a corpse.
Just as Darius felt something snapping in his head, he heard Allen speak.
