Chapter 222. Journey to the Castle

Third-Person POV

Eryndor sprang into action the moment he saw an opening. With a swift, decisive motion of his blade, he slashed across Zephyr’s throat. The air filled with the sickening hiss of steel against flesh and a spray of blood arced through the dim light. Immediately afterward, Eryndor leaped backward, his muscles coiling to absorb any possible counterattack that might come in retaliation. He landed lightly on his feet, ready to strike again in case Zephyr dared move.

But Zephyr remained perfectly still. His mouth fell open in a silent gasp as crimson droplets blossomed around him. Then, as if some unseen magic took hold, the wound at his throat began to close itself, the torn flesh knitting back together faster than any mortal healing process should allow.

Just as the last stitch of flesh fused, Zephyr threw back his head and let out a long, grief-stricken cry: “Ahhhhhhh—ahhhhhhhhhhh!” His wails echoed like a child’s pain, the raw agony of losing