She hissed as she was moved, but she couldn’t deny that the relocation was pleasant. Her cold body greedily lapped up the sleepy warmth the man generated, bringing an ease into her ripped body.
His questions buzzed with worry, and she tried to make sense out of them as her leaking life essence became ribbons made of stars.
“You must,” Yidhra insisted, her words slightly slurred and smelling of molasses, “you must remember. We knew this journey would not be an easy one. That there would be challenges beyond comprehension. But you must continue Sir Leo. There is no turning back now, and a worse fate than death awaits you if you stop.
"I promise you that I will return to you, and guide you, but you must make this journey alone until then. I will heal, but it will take time and concentration that you cannot afford to spare.”
But he was right, he had not remembered in each stage. Through no fault of his own, for these magicks were beyond any mere illusion. If she wasn’t so infuriated by it, Yidhra would be impressed.
Her pitiful token had failed to work in each world. It was likely that anything similar would simply dissolve….
Yidhra’s eyes latched onto the twinkling lights spilling from her side, and she clutched at an idea.
"Sir Leo,” she tugged on his tunic, motioning with her head at the wound, “I believe I have found you a stronger token."
♞—⊱Leo knew she was right. Staying behind was not an option unless he wished to be swept into an eternity of warpedmemories of loved ones and monsters creeping in the shadows of beloved souls in his past. To do so would mean regret and facing cowardice. He could do this. He needed to.
His gaze drifted to her seeping wound and the bright stars that steamed from her blood. Confused, he looked at his hands, coated partly with her blood. "How? My entire appearance changes when I move down a level. Stains and injuries do not remain, remember?” Though he uttered it, he was already wondering about her blood, whether it contained some magical power.
