Silver Cassano, from a tingle of pain creeping at his chest, slowly opened his eyes. He grunted as his breathing were paralyzed. His lungs was restricted to move free and mindlessly. His throat felt dry and itching.
As he opened his eyes, the first thing that he saw is Alina's back, tending and taking care of Jiero and Yohanna who, just like him, was gravely taxed from the Artemis' fight.
“Alina,” Silver whispered. His energy was disconnected of him, making his voice weak and difficult to be heard.
But Alina did.
“Silver!” Alina exclaimed. She then looked at her intensely. She stared at his face, and at his chest who have been stabbed by the spear that is supposed to be hers.
“Water.” The first thing that Silver had asked, was water. His throat was dry and needed something to ref
