Bab 459: To Stand on my Own

An eerie silence descended upon the cathedral, all eyes fixated on the lifeless husk that was once Lord Coufyx. His demise had been so swift, so unexpected, that none of the cultists had time to react. The complete annihilation of his soul had taken less than a single heartbeat.

Before they could recover from their shock, I struggled to one knee, reaching out desperately for Fable. Every nerve in my body screamed in agony, and the darkness at the edge of my vision threatened to consume me. Tears blurred my sight, but it was more than just that, something far worse. Perhaps it was the searing heat that scorched my eyes, or the overwhelming exhaustion and pain, but I couldn't see clearly. It wasn't until I felt Fable's fur envelop me, his presence a tangible comfort, that I knew he was there.