Nikolai's body ached, his eyes closed, heavy from the exhaustion of fighting off the bone saints. He didn't think they would be so difficult, but their strength brought him to the brink of death, even if he was wounded. The thought didn't give him any sense of peace,
Seraphina soon arrived with a small medical bag.
"Hmm..."
He struggled to adjust himself, blood pouring onto the leather sofa, his body draped over the side while he wheezed and panted.
"Patriarch!?"
The head of the Seraphina family exclaimed before rushing to his side, Leona standing at her back. She lifted his arm, checking his pulse as it dangled without power.
"Can you hear me? Please respond!"
His eyes shifted, slowly, lazily reaching her figure. "I'm alright..." A slurred, low voice, raspy like he swallowed a handful of blades.
"Tsk... he's in shock."
"Leona come here, and hold him down, this is going to make him react."
"A-Ah... Of course Lady Seraphina!"
