Both Anon and Queen Derein rushed back to the healer camps, their faces grim with determination. There, they found King Arthur lying on a large bed, surrounded by a circle of healers casting continuous healing spells.
As Arthur caught sight of Derein, he spoke in a soft and weakened tone, "Hello, My Love."
"No, Arthur. Save your strength, don't speak," Derein pleaded.
"I don't have much time. I can feel it, my body is fading," Arthur spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
Cough-cough He suddenly coughed, vomiting a handful of blood.
"No, No, No... Healers, do something!" Derein shouted in desperation.
"Queen Derein, can you come here for a moment?" The Great Mother called for her.
Reluctantly, Derein approached, but Arthur grabbed her hand to stop her. "Don't go, she will tell you what I already know. My time is running out."
"No, that's not it, Arthur-" Derein tried to reason, but the Great Mother interrupted.