Nearly falling over, he was caught by Iris as they both momentarily forgot the condition his body had fallen to. There was hardly an inch of clear skin to be seen; from head to toe, his body was covered in lacerations, laden in blood.
"Hold on, I'll heal you…!"
"...No need."
--Ren held onto her hand, moving it away from his leaking chest as his rejection of her help left the girl confused.
"Huh?"
Iris looked at him with trembling eyes, though her answer came as she matched the direction of his exhausted gaze--a large tremor resounded.
Behind the lavish, engraved throne that sat atop a few, small steps, a large door revealed itself--hidden previously as it blended perfectly with the cobalt wall.
"...Just beyond that door," Ren coughed up a mixture of crimson and black, "...there should be a fountain."
