Drevon's whisper still echoed in Morvane's ears, filling his mind with disbelief and fury. His body tensed, and without thinking, he pushed Drevon back slightly, his voice firm and resolute.
"I will never do that!" Morvane spat. "I want to be powerful, but not in that way."
Luna's eyes darted between the two, sensing the gravity of the situation. "What is it, Morvane? What did Drevon tell you?"
Morvane clenched his jaw, unwilling to speak the unspeakable. But Drevon, ever calm and indifferent, answered for him.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Drevon said coldly, his voice devoid of sympathy. "Meira is at the end of her life."
"You're rude!" Luna snapped, anger flaring in her eyes. "Don't say that!"
Meira, however, raised a hand, her expression calm despite the grim conversation. "No, Luna. Let him speak. I can take it."