Through his fading consciousness, Marcus could see Vera's sword.
It radiated a brilliance, almost a mirage of light.
Could this be Sword Aura?
Had she stepped onto the threshold of the Supreme Realm?
The sensation in his fingers and toes dulled as his body turned cold.
Was it because his blood was draining away? Every breath brought searing pain from the embedded blade.
"Senior Brother! Get up! Please get up!"
He could hear Ethan's voice.
He needed to help Vera, but why was Ethan holding onto him instead?
He tried to speak, but the words circled in his mind, never reaching his lips.
Then something warm fell onto his face.
Drip. Drip.
It wasn't cold like dew; it was warm—
tears.
"…Senior Brother, you can't die. Please, you can't."
It was Ethan's voice.
With great effort, Marcus lifted a trembling hand and grasped Ethan's.
