Princess of Death
She looked up to see Icran had crawled to his desk drawer and was chugging from a flask.
Icran was panting, and lying on his side. He quickly tore open his shirt before looking down at the wound. He ripped out the knife and dropped it to the floor. Rhae stared in amazement as his flesh stitched itself together, closing the wound with no scars remaining. He had Akihyra in his flask, the fruit from the Akiara tree that heals anything. After a few more deep breaths, Icran stood and picked up the knife.
Rhae however, still sat there, heaving, trying to hold the blood in with her hand. The pain was intense, she could barely see straight and was losing blood fast.
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