Ava watched, her lips parting unconsciously, as the energy swirled around her friend's broken body. The glow intensified for a brief moment before something incredible began to happen.
The silver bullet, the very thing poisoning Seraya's blood, suddenly emerged from her wounds, floating in the air before clattering to the floor. One by one, the jagged, bleeding injuries stitched themselves closed, flesh knitting together as though time itself had rewound.
Ava's eyes widened in stunned silence, her pulse pounding in her ears as she took in the miraculous sight before her. The sharp scent of blood still clung to the air, yet Seraya's body no longer bore a single mark of her fatal injuries. It was impossible, unthinkable — yet it had happened right before her eyes.
No one of her kind could survive or battle against a silver bullet. And yet, she was witnessing it firsthand.
Her gaze flickered to Eryx, a question forming in her mind. What is he?
