The painful sight was something he couldn't take his eyes off of.
The urge to run to her was overwhelming. He looked for any signs of life. Any movement, a blink—even just the tip of her little finger.
Maybe he could see her breathing, but he remembered how she didn't breathe or have a heartbeat when he first found her on the altar.
The only time he inspected her was before her awakening, so maybe now she did.
She remained still, against the broken wall.
He fought the urge to run to her.
He turned back toward the Lich, severing the [ Sacrifice ] spell.
Two more torches had gone out, only four remained in the room that was now significantly darker.
Alexander started walking counter-clockwise, getting away from Fae while hoping the boss would keep its attention on him rather than try and finish her.
He could feel himself rejuvenated.
The Lich didn't move, too concentrated on its own spell.
