The darkness of the night sky seemed to come alive as the air grew electric with peril. The atmosphere crackled with palpable tension as Matriarch Nephi's body struck the surface of the ocean, and blood splattered from her gaping wound at an alarming rate, mixing with the dark seawater.
Her eyes began losing their light as her breathing halted.
The flicker of life within her body began dimming at an alarming rate.
Sage Zeamer's eyes flared with a flood of alarm and desperation as he shed his mirthful demeanor for perhaps the first time in his life as he beheld his beloved on the verge of death.
He knew he didn't have time.
He activated a silent hypnotic technique, trying to capture his former student's mind while he was distracted, while trying to swipe Nephi away and feed her a healing potion.
"Don't even think about it."
Chills crawled across Sage Zeamer's skin at those icy words.
