[The Desert Road of Zahryssar — Continuation]
Silence.
No one finished the sentence; no one dared to. The battlefield...which moments before had roared with steel and blood...had become utterly heartbreaking.
Silent.
Only Prince Zaryan's cries echoed across the desert.
"WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH—!!"
Levin's entire body trembled, not because of the wounds covering him, not because every movement sent unbearable pain through his broken leg but because...Asha...still had not moved.
"Move..." His voice was barely a whisper. "Asha...Please...you have to move..."
Nothing.
Levin forced himself upward; blood soaked his robes as he struggled to stand. Zeramet immediately caught him.
"Consort, you shouldn't..."
Levin pushed his hand away; his blue eyes never left Asha, and his voice broke.
"Move...please...don't sleep there, come here..."
