In the dark room filled with dense lighting emanating from the torch scones, Servyn stood platonically, his silent and rapt attention glued to the unconscious body of the apathetic Knight that was growing colder and paler in complexion by the minute.
Time was ticking and definitely not on their side. He had done his best in trying to preserve him in the way that he could.
His health and strength was deteriorating by each hour. It would not be long before the slightest atom of life would vanish from his being.
With this depressing thought, Servyn moved and took his hand once more, doing what he has always done for the past few days; transferring his energy towards him to at least keep that little presence of life within him. To cage the remain essence from totally disappearing and living him slumped.
