"Just go on with it.." Vardy responded.
"Vardy, don't," Ferah said, her voice pleading.
"We don't have a choice," Vardy replied, his tone grim.
Selene reached into her cloak and pulled out a small bottle of liquid. "This will keep him alive. But it's not a cure. He'll still need time to heal."
Vardy nodded. "Do it."
Selene uncorked the bottle as she poured it onto Luthor's wound. The effect was immediate. The bleeding slowed.
Luthor's breathing steadied, his eyes fluttering open.
"You're going to be okay," Ferah said, her voice trembling.
"Thanks," Luthor whispered weakly, his eyes closing again as exhaustion overtook him.
Vardy stood, his gaze locking onto Selene. "You'll get your favor," he said, his voice cold.
Selene smiled faintly. "I know."
Ferah knelt beside Luthor, her hands trembling as she adjusted his bandages.
Tracy leaned against a crumbling wall, her spear still in her hand, though the battle had long since ended.
