Bab 210: Emmet of Babylon

"His heartbeat is decreasing?!" A cry of surprise left Lark's mouth.

Miniature magic circles hovered above his fingers as he swiftly checked Nathan's condition. Knowing that he himself was about to die, he didn't hold back in saving as many as possible.

"What…? How is this possible…" Lark stared at Nathan in shock, the magic circles over his fingers disappearing. "…He lost his soul core?"

He bit his lips unconsciously. At the same time, Nathan's pulse had slowed to a halt. In a few minutes, he would die, physically too.

"It's impossible to save him." His head hung low in shame and regret, Lark moved to heal Susan. If Nathan had been injured physically – knowing what was to come in the future - Lark would've tried to save him by any means possible, but that was no longer feasible.

"er..hh"