Crowned In Vengeance
They stood frozen at the sight of blood that gushed from Frost's shoulders, with their eyes wet with tears.
Just then, a woman pushed through the crowd, and ran towards where we knelt. She dropped on her knees as she began to evaluate Frost, placing fingers at certain regions on his body, trying to check his pulses.
Her face went white. Her enthusiasm almost dies as she slows down and stares at me.
"I'm sorry, my lady," she started. It was a turn off in my ears, almost as though I should scream into her face to get a solution at the spot.
"There's just a limited time for him," she took a brief pause. "The blade was a silver one, blessed with very old magic meant to kill supernatural beings.