Chapter 62
Back at the Shural base, both Gazel and Blaze were already laid out in one of the infirmaries. The base had spared no effort. Their wounds were treated, bones set, burns sealed, blood loss stabilized. Everything that could be done had already been done.
Now all that was left was rest.
They lay side by side on separate beds, bodies wrapped in clean bandages, breathing slow and heavy. The healers had been clear. Push themselves now and their bodies might break down, treatment or not.
For a long time, neither of them spoke.
Then Blaze broke the silence.
"Thank you."
His voice was weak but sincere.
Gazel gave a short nod. Nothing more.
His thoughts were elsewhere. Back in that small world. Back to the moments where he had nearly revealed his secret. Twice.
The bitterness settled deep in his chest.
He knew the truth. Everyone did.
If anyone found out he was cursed, they would get rid of him. No hesitation. No debate.
And that was not how he planned to die.
