Chapter 81: The Decent

Emilia’s POV Pain. The only sensation I had was that. Like fire, it burned every nerve in my body, making it impossible for me to breathe. The world appeared to flicker in and out of focus, and I was hardly conscious of the panicked voices around me or the hands putting pressure on my wound. I could sense my life ebbing away. “Emilia, stay with us!” Ivana's voice was urgent and piercing. As she continued to press on my wound, I could feel her hands trembling, but it didn't make it better. It was insufficient. It wasn't just any claw that had stabbed me. My blood had become tainted and poisoned by whatever dark sorcery had produced those abominations. Like ice, I could feel it creeping through my veins. A numbness gripped my fingers. My legs are heavy. "Nimue, take action!" Ivana's tone broke. I wanted to reassure her that everything would be alright, but I lacked the courage to say anything. Nimue whispered, "She's losing too much blood." She was trying to hide her panic, and