It wasn't long before Ilkar, alerted by Karl, hurried to Eiravyne's chambers. Karl had conveyed in urgent whispers that Urag had done something to her, something unknown but evidently catastrophic.
As Ilkar entered the room, his breath caught in his throat. The scene before him was one of utter devastation.
Eiravyne lay sprawled on the floor, drenched in sweat and covered in her own vomit.
Her face was a ghostly pale mask of suffering, eyes glazed over and lifeless.
She looked more like a corpse than a living person, her body limp and unresponsive.
Ilkar's heart pounded with a mix of fear and anger; the sight of her in such a state was a shock he wasn't prepared for.
For a moment, he was too stunned to move or speak, his mind grappling with the horror of what he was witnessing.
Finally, driven by a surge of protective instinct, he knelt beside her, gently lifting her into a sitting position.
