Bluebone

Everyone was stunned, trying to make sense of the chaos.

How could the healing plants lead to Oleg's sudden explosion? One moment, he was alive, and the next, nothing remained but a bloody mess. A commander of a legion, that strong, wiped out just like that?

His bodyguards didn't waste a second. Guns were drawn, aimed squarely at the medical team. "What happened? You killed the Vice Admiral!"

"We swear we didn't! Those were definitely healing plants!" The medics were just as freaked out, scrambling for words.

They had used what should've been the best treatment. But their protests fell on deaf ears, with blame hovering over them like a dark cloud.

Lyra watched it all unfold from a distance, staying out of it. Oleg's death was necessary; if he had survived, she knew he wouldn't have let her walk away.

The bodyguards quickly restrained the medics and sent word to Oleg's adjutant, who was back at the base in command.