Richmond's body slumped against the cold stone, his breath rattling in his throat before fading into silence.
His fingers twitched once before going completely limp. The glow in his eyes flickered and died.
Rohzivaan froze.
A sharp pang shot through his chest, and for a brief moment, he thought his heart had stopped too.
The creatures outside howled, their monstrous shrieks echoing through the ruins. They had sensed the weakness, the blood in the air, and they were growing restless.
"No," Rohzivaan growled through clenched teeth. He refused to let this be the end.
His mind raced. His optical brain was fried from the earlier battle, and communications were completely cut off. No starships. No portals. No backup.
But there was one last option, one that was supposed to be impossible.
Cresencia.
Ahcehera's secret space, a dimension only she could control. A sanctuary beyond reach, woven from her very soul.
