He looked at Lux. Lux's face was chalk white and he heaved as if he was short of breath. Lux stumbled a few steps forward, still clutching Xaloc's hands as he gasped out, "Uriel."
But a light barrier made out of runes surrounded the altar preventing him from going forward, "Careful, his soul is under a ritualistic sleep, don't not disrupt the enchantment around the Altar." Ozias said as he had conjured a seat from nowhere, he faced Xaloc and his turn became a tad softer.
"He is dead. No one can bring him back, not even you, Xaloc!" He said firmly.
"Shut up!" Lux whispered, his voice trembling, Ozias watched him quietly and he stood up slowly from his seat and walked towards him.
"What is the ritualistic sleep for?" Xaloc asked Ozias, his divine sense had explored the entirety of Uriel's body but he could not even find a drop of Aether, no life within him. "How did you find him?"
