Skully gave a single, slow nod, his damned form emanating an eerie stillness, acknowledging Asher's words silently.
But before Asher could even blink, Skully had already extended his charred hands, holding something small yet unmistakably familiar—Lori's unconscious, weakened form.
Asher's heart tightened painfully at the sight. Lori's small, serpentine body, usually so lively and robust, now lay limply, scales dull and sickly.
Her breathing was faint, shallow breaths barely visible as her chest rose and fell weakly. To see the once massive, proud, and powerful serpent reduced to such a pitiable state clawed bitterly at Asher's heart.
After all, she'd become like this trying to protect him, to save him from certain doom. Never had he imagined Lori, a creature of pride, wisdom, and cunning, would sacrifice herself so willingly—especially for someone like him.
Without a word, Skully slowly placed Lori into Asher's outstretched hands.
