Syrn’s VisionBlood pooled on Camille’s head, a dark, throbbing stain on the pale stones. I struggled to breathe. I knew how to *inflict* wounds, how to tear flesh and break bones, but this… this was different. This was a raw, unstoppable injury, and I had no idea what to do. My hands flailed, useless, as her moans turned into weak, struggling gasps.“Camille!” Reylap’s voice cut through the air, sharp and urgent, as he approached us. He knelt beside the fallen woman, his eyes widening in fear as he felt the terrifying spread of red. “What happened? How did you hurt yourself?”A choked sound escaped Camille’s lips, a desperate attempt to speak, but no words formed. Her eyes were unfocused, slightly rolling.“She fell,” I said, my voice flat, almost emotionless, though a flash of fear, cold and calculated, tried to override the sudden nausea in my stomach. “Stumbled.”Reylap didn’t avoid glancing at me. His attention was focused solely on Camille. Without hesitation, he tore a piece fro
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