The mages began to form a circle. Arcane symbols slowly ignited in the air. The physicians exchanged glances, then nodded to one another a silent signal marking the beginning of something irreversible.
And in that room, amid glowing magic and the sharp scent of medicine, one life prepared to be separated from another.
While Jay stood there, unable to move, realizing the cruelest truth of all, whatever happened after this, there would be no turning back.
The chamber was silent too silent for a place meant to be filled with prayers and hope. The glow of enchanted crystal lights hanging from the ceiling cast a pale sheen over the tense faces of the mages and physicians standing in a circle around the stone bed at the center of the room.
Liv lay there.
