Solstace bolted to Crimson’s side. Each stride pounded the ground, his heavy footfalls echoing a rhythm of dread. Worry lines creased his forehead and tugged at his eyes, marking his ageless face with unfamiliar concern. He had faced countless enemies and endured centuries of conflict and loss, but nothing had prepared him for the sight of Crimson lying so still, so vulnerable. Her hair was completely white.
“Crimson,” he whispered, gently lifting her into his arms. As her head lolled back, the sunlight casting a ghostly pallor over her skin, Solstace’s hand trembled as he touched her face, a sharp pang of fear constricting his chest. A fierce, unyielding grip clenched his heart like icy talons, refusing to let go.
Gently, Solstace pulled her close against his chest. His eyes darted arou
