Claws that had long since been bent in different directions were forcefully outstretched, aiming straight for Kael.
But to the desperate Wyvern Queen, whose mind seemed to warp further with every passing moment as fragments of her thoughts slowly slipped away, it no longer mattered what needed to be done.
It didn't matter what needed to be sacrificed or what she had to offer.
She would give it.
Because there was no way Rhazira would allow herself to be alone again.
She'd already experienced that once.
She remembered scouring the battlefield for anyone who could still be saved, or at the very least salvaging whatever cores she could find among the bodies.
She remembered desperately searching for the closest wyverns she'd learned to treat as family, only to find them barely breathing and needing far more mana than she had left after giving almost everything to keep her mate alive.
Then came the attempts to treat them through whatever means she could think of.
Most failed.
