A torrent of emotions flashed across Aelorin's face—grief, anger, and desperation blending into one tumultuous storm. His hands trembled, and his knees nearly buckled as he knelt beside Elowen's body. Her once vibrant form lay lifeless on the cold metallic ground, her features pale and devoid of the light that once defined her.
"Shit, is she alive?" Aelorin asked aloud, though deep down, he already knew the answer to his question. His voice cracked, a mix of denial and despair clawing at his chest.
{Not in the least... this woman has recently died.}
The cold, detached tone of the notification pierced through him like a dagger.
