The battlefield was eerily silent.
Zane lay motionless, his body sprawled across the shattered ruins of the fortress wall. His once-bright golden eyes were closed, his chest unnervingly still.
Selina barely heard the fighting around her.
Barely noticed the warriors still clashing, the screams of the wounded, the relentless advance of the Voidborn.
All she saw was Zane’s lifeless body.
Victor’s hands trembled as he pressed against Zane’s chest, his voice sharp with desperation. “He’s not breathing.”
Selina stumbled forward, her legs almost giving out beneath her.
“No,” she rasped. “He’s—he’s not dead. He can’t be.”
Victor clenched his jaw, his fingers searching for a pulse.
Nothing.
“No,” Selina whispered again, dropping to her knees beside Zane. Her hands hovered over him, unsure
