Elysia entered the underground cult's dimly lit chamber silently.
She had expected to find Andras standing over Archer, perhaps with him becoming a marionette under Andras control.
The thought sent a shiver down her spine. With Archer under their control, they would be unstoppable.
But the moment she stepped inside, her entire body stiffened.
Lying on the cold stone floor, sprawled in a pool of his own blood, was Andras.
His face was twisted in pain and his breath were ragged. When his eyes met hers, they widened with desperation.
His lips trembled as he whispered, "Help me."
Elysia rushed to his side without hesitation, her hands trembling as she knelt beside him.
She pressed them against the gaping wound in his chest. Dark energy swirled from her fingertips, seeping into his body as she chanted a healing incantation.
The large gash across his torso began to close as the bleeding stopped. Andras gasped, his body shuddering as the pain slowly ebbed away.
