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Matilda froze, her eyes fixed on the lifeless form of Zafron lying in a pool of blood. Her lips parted in shock, unable to process the scene before her. Thoughts raced through her mind: 'This can't be Zafron. He's not supposed to be lying there, so still, so... lifeless.'

Suddenly, Mara's voice cut through the air, shattering the eerie silence. "No! Zafron?" she called out, her tone laced with panic as she approached and saw him on the ground.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees, grabbing him and pulling him up, shaking him desperately. "Wake up, Zafron! Please, wake up!" Tears began to stream down Mara's face as she pleaded with his unresponsive form.

Matilda's internal turmoil continued as she began to walk closer, her movements slow and hesitant. 'He's not responding to Mara's calls. Oh God, please don't let him be dead.' The thought sent a chill through her body, and a single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek.