"No. No," Fiore whispered in disbelief, her voice trembling as she watched Eusoff's life slip away before her eyes. Panic surged through her, and she frantically pressed her hands against the gaping wound on his throat, trying to stem the flow of blood. But it was futile.
The cut was too deep, and the blood flowed too fast, staining her hands a vivid red. She could feel life draining from him, his body growing cold beneath her touch. She had never seen death before. She had never thought it would be this brutal, senseless, and it left her feeling utterly powerless.
Fiore's entire body trembled as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. How could a man be so resolute in his decision to die? Was he truly that terrified of the Silverwoods, of whatever fate awaited him if he live
