The injury was deep.
When Averill dealt the strike, he made sure it was fatal. Slashing so deep he cut across Herbert's heart, busted open multiple blood vessels, and cut through or completely destroyed multiple organs.
The opened wound was a gruesome sight for which there was scarcely any cure. At least not any in hand. Especially since the Larnak Vault that used to hold their most extensive potion reserves had been robbed.
And yet, when Herbert struggled to breathe, it had a lot more to do with his wife. His expression was of pain but not a physical one... Rather an emotional one. He wished, nay, craved understanding.
To know why she spoke such callous words- Why she sabotaged him when he was already at his weakest...
"W-w-why..." He struggled to let out in agony.
