"Which direction are we headed now, my lord?" Soren inquired, his gaze shifting between Idrus and then worry etched onto his face as Idrus retracted his wings and nearly stumbled to the ground, saved only by Soren's firm grip.
"Fuck, what's the matter?" Soren questioned urgently, his hand instinctively wrapping around Idrus' waist. Idrus' complexion turned more pale, his lips dry and cracked.
"Blood is what he requires," Gabrielle stated before stepping away from Kragen and Indiana.
"We must hurry to the house. He's incredibly feeble, having exerted his strength to fend off the necroths," Gabrielle added, moving to the opposite side of Idrus and encircling his waist with her hand.
"Alright, you two go ahead. I'll catch up later. It's crucial for me to ensure her safe return home," Kragen said, motioning towards Indiana with his thumb. She spun around, shooting him a piercing glare.
