There was a harsh silence. Or maybe there would have been, had it not been for the rumbling and thunderous howls of the Dungeon.
Runes flew about in a vain attempt to pick up and reform Thalrik's body, but it was a failure. Sylas had thought that something like this might happen. After all, this Dungeon was apparently here for the sake of training, so there was a small bit of healing done after every battle—at the very least, just enough to keep them going.
But if the Dungeon wanted to save Thalrik from this state and return him to a form he could do battle in… well…
The Runes fell limply.
Sylas watched with an almost morbid curiosity, wondering when he had ever seen Runes be so… expressive before.
They worked together like a nurse, cobbling together Thalrik's remains as though trying to truly save him. But when they realized it was impossible, they almost seemed…
Sad.
