Rite of Two Kings I

"A little too late." 

Hurrying to heal my wounds in hopes of remaining in the fight, I swallowed a few Healing Balms with a Higher than normal purity. Something I was hoping to sell. Damnit. 

Eryth glanced at me and shifted his gaze to Yalvo, and a pain coiled around his heart as I turned. Catching sight of the large greatsword plunged through his chest. My heart dropped as his body was severed in half, his guts spilling over the grass, as the Shadowy Figure dissipated into ash. Yalvo's remains dripped over the scorched earth as the life in his eyes died. Leaving nothing behind but death... and despair.

"An Avatar?" Said Eryth, eerily calm, as if what had happened hadn't affected him. He remained poised as a still lake. His gaze returned to Lucius. "Who'd you summon?"