Whoosh
Gregor materialized near where Castor and Yara lay, his body covered in blood and swaying slightly.
Vash hung limp in his arms, the man's body twisted at angles that shouldn't exist. His chest barely moved as blood poured from wounds that covered every inch of visible skin.
Gregor lowered him carefully beside Castor and Yara, his movements gentle despite the exhaustion written across every line of his face.
Thud
Then he dropped to one knee, his own legs finally giving out.
"..."
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Gregor's eyes found Castor and Yara lying together, Yara's white hair spread across Castor's chest, both of them still breathing but clearly spent. His gaze lingered on their hair, the matching white that marked what had happened between them.
Castor's eyes opened slowly, tracking to Gregor's blood-covered face and his voice came out rough and barely above a whisper.
"The other two Shadow Kings... did they escape?"
