Levi lay on the cold cavern floor, his breathing shallow but steady. The glow of Ravi’s spell still lingered faintly in the air, casting an ethereal light over his form. My heart ached with relief and fear in equal measure. He was alive, but Ravi’s warning echoed in my mind: resurrection always comes at a price.
“Is he stable now?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. My hands hovered over Levi, unsure if touching him would somehow disturb the fragile balance Ravi’s magic had created.
Ravi leaned back, his face pale and lined with exhaustion. “For now,” he said, his tone grim. “But we need to monitor him closely. His soul… it’s still tethering itself. If the connection breaks, there’s no bringing him back again.”
Ash wiped the blood from his hands with an air of disinterest, though
