In the same breath, Chang Chang felt the backlash from her spell. There was a distant drumming, the blood forcing its way through her body. Her skull felt tight. Would the vessels burst and her mind go dark? Yes. She welcomed it.
Fa Mu's lifeblood dripped between the planks, crimson on the brown water. The colors were just like Ju Feng's eyes.
Chang Chang felt herself fall, half-curled into a ball. She could see Fa Mu's face. He was looking at her, the fear intense in his gaze.
Not for himself, Chang Chang thought. He didn't care at all that he was bleeding to death from a chest wound. He was trying to get up, to get to her. To see if she was safe.
