Mourning

Azrael pulled back from Elysia, his brows furrowing in confusion. His hands remained on her shoulders as he turned his head to the side, catching sight of Rohan and two men carrying a limp figure. Rohan's voice boomed with urgency as he ordered the path cleared, the trio moving swiftly into the clinic. They carefully laid the man on a cot, their movements both hurried and cautious.

"Sevastian..." Azrael's voice dropped, his features hardening as his gaze locked on the wounded man. His jaw clenched tightly, fury bubbling beneath the surface. Without a word, his eyes shifted to Elysia, their silent exchange speaking volumes. She nodded in understanding, and together, they made their way into the clinic.