Jegun appeared at the entrance of the chamber and rushed to the bed. "What's going on!?" he said upon seeing the men's devastated face.
"She died in my arms. Her heart stopped beating and no more pulse," Zemeth said in a dejected voice.
Jegun grabbed Ivy's hand and checked her pulse, indeed, he can no longer detect her pulse and her skin was getting cold. He opened his palm and stared at the potion...damn!...he come too late!
Zemeth looked at the bottle. "What is that?"
"It's the magical healing potion I asked from the king of dwarfs. It was supposed to help restore her good health!" he said, his hands trembling. He blamed himself for returning too late!
"Let me...!" Zemeth took the potion from the old man's grasp and opened the lid. He just can't give up! He pries open Ivy's mouth and poured a little amount of liquid into her mouth.
Ramza looked at Jegun. "Will it work?" he asked as he continues pouring more liquid into her mouth.
