> Congratulations on killing the Unnamed Hunter, +80 points.
The notification blinked in her vision, the cold, detached words shattering the silence.
Success.
But at what cost?
Thalina barely registered it. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her hands trembling as she clutched her pounding chest. It was over. The battle was won. The monster was gone.
And yet, her body refused to move.
Because right there—sprawled lifelessly in front of her—was Tharion.
Blood pooled beneath him, stark red against his pale blue skin. His chest barely moved, his breaths shallow, weaker with every passing second.
She was too late.
Her body moved before her mind caught up.
She collapsed beside him, her knees hitting the ground hard as she reached for him with shaking hands.
"Tharion—?" Her voice cracked.
No response.
She turned him onto his back, cradling his head onto her lap, his long white hair spilling over her thighs like silk.
