Chapter 182 - Birth of a King

Sael knelt down and reached out to grasp the shaft of the arrow. Then he hesitated, did he pull it out? Would it make it worse? Before he could decide the arrow turned to dust in his hand and disappeared. Nee rolled onto her back and Sael yanked down her mask to check for a pulse.  Her pale skin was icy cold as she lay unbreathing, he felt no pulse no matter how many times he moved his fingers around searching.  Looking up he focused his sight ahead of him where the attack must have come from.  His vision narrowed until he spotted a figure ducking behind the peak of a rooftop, bow slung over their shoulder.