Chapter 82 Dimming Light

• The only light in the room was the flicker of a dying lantern. Sebastian was lying on the slab of stone, his skin pale and his respiration shallow. I sat next to him, clutching his wrist with shaking hands. He had a weak pulse that fluttered like a bird in a storm.
• My voice cracked as I whispered, "You can't leave me now." "Not after everything."
• Sebastian remained silent. His chest barely rose, and his eyes were closed.