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Firian
Firian sucked in a breath, clutching the shoulder Belik had pierced in the Unreal. He yanked down the neck of his shirt to see how bad the injury was. The movement made him grimace in pain. The cut was bleeding freely down one side of his chest. Gore… This wasn’t good. He glanced down at Bard, who sprawled on the grassy ground, mouth open. His skin looked ashy, even in the rain starting to fall from streaky clouds.
Firian crouched beside him and put a hand on Bard’s chest. Very slightly, it rose and fell. Firian’s lungs ached with relief.
He stilled his trembling hands. Belik had looked at him curiously when he asked about Bard. He had expected Firian to be weakened from Bard’s death. That was when Firian knew that Kiria wasn’t safe either. Despite the news that she had died,
