"H-how could you do this, my lord?" Gaspar's voice cracked as he knelt, cradling Soren's unconscious body.
The young man was barely clinging to life with his abdomen carved open by three deep, jagged slashes. With that, blood was continuously spilling from his wounds, soaking Gaspar's hands and the snow beneath them.
Each shallow breath Soren took was ragged and weak, and Gaspar could even feel the chill of death creeping closer with every heartbeat.
It had all happened so fast.
The Frostfang Wargs had attacked without warning, and while Gaspar was distracted fending off one of the beasts, he had seen it all happen as clear as day.
Arctelle deliberately shoved Soren into the path of the monster.
"N-no, I don't know what you're talking about, my lord! How could you blame me for this?" Arctelle stammered with trembling voice.
