"Are they dead?"
"They cannot possibly survive from this height."
"Then.... Is it over?"
"No." Rothfir said coldly. "Until Vladstin's head stays on his body, we cannot claim triumph. It is possible that we only lost another Noble Huntsman."
"Sangfroid isn't one of us anymore. He made his decision clear." Verise looked down at the fountain hundreds of meters below them. "And now, he died for that decision. May he learn from his mistake in heaven."
Rothfir looked at the clear sparkling water of the fountain, calm without any ripples. He narrowed his eyes. "Nevertheless, let us go fetch their bodies."
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Drenched in the rain, Leron woke up with birds singing a farewell song as they flew south, the sun already setting.
Somehow, the rain washed his wounds and clean them to make smooth scabs. They healed fast, perhaps due to his vampirism.
