A Difficult Choice...

Adrian knelt in the dirt, his body trembling as he cradled Alannah's lifeless form in his arms. She used to have bright, warm skin, but now it was pale, and her lips had a blue tint that made his heart twitch. 

Tears streamed down his face, mixing with the blood and ash staining the ground. His cry of anguish echoed through the silent chamber, raw and unrelenting.

The goddesses stood around him, their expressions heavy with sorrow. Hera stepped forward first, her spear dissipating into a faint shimmer of light as she knelt beside him. 

She placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip firm yet gentle. "Adrian..." she began, her voice steady but filled with a quiet grief.

"Bring her back," Adrian said, his voice a desperate whisper as he looked up at Hera. His eyes, red and puffy from tears, burned with pleading. "You're goddesses. You can heal her. The link with Marcus is gone. She doesn't have to stay dead!"