The massive, headless corpse of Dyrroth lay still in the gray ash, oozing out thick black blood into the volcanic dirt. Kairos Vedaryan stood over the fallen general, leaning heavily on the blackened hilt of Asteria. He had done the impossible. He had executed an equal to the Demon King in single combat. But the physical toll of holding the Primordial Law inside his mortal veins was vehemently catching up to him. His vision blurred. The adrenaline crashed, and the agonizing, sharp pain of his cracked rib flared back to life.
His legs gave out, but he didn't hit the ground.
Seyana caught him. The Crown Princess of Solaris slid her arm firmly around his waist, taking his weight. The brilliant, warm golden light radiating from her armor immediately washed over his chest. It sank into his skin, soothing the burning pain in his cracked bones and stabilizing his erratic heartbeat.
