PROSE MODE.
The paramedics tried reviving Gael in the ambulance but he kept experiencing multiple v-tachs despite his clean health history.
Once the bullet was taken out of Seth's body, his system got to work. The sacrifice Gael had stepped in for, still receded a perturbing look on everyone's face. He was still in shape for a guy half a millennial old. He looked like he was in his late forties.
The medallion traipsed out, pulling off his surgical mask. He looked quite young for a scholar.
"Are you Mr. Portega's family?"
"Yes, we are."
Melody replied on her Mom's behalf.
"The bullet also had light traces of xenon."
"Isn't that supposed to make immortals weak or something?"
Melanie's eyes were growing bigger in shock. No, he couldn't possibly be...
