Chapter Nineteen
Searon was in a daze of confusion, and he didn’t know what to do next. Anaela sat next to Elsargast, holding his hand and sobbing. Searon pulled her away, helping her to stand next to him. Blood soaked one of her hands, and it was also on her armor. Searon looked at the lifeless body and sighed. Often, Searon had wished the king could have seen the bigger picture, and would have helped sooner. It might have caused less grief, but there was no time to think ill of the dead. No, it was time to honor his life.
Vil’ek limped into the room and stared at Searon and Anaela for a moment before his gaze fell to his king. His knees became weak, and he fell to the ground, crying out.
“Nooo!” Vil’ek shouted. The air that was once quiet, broke with sobs. It was the loudest sound fro
