The Retreat

"Gelter, Gelter! Can you hear me? Don't let that thing grow any further!" Antieeld kneeled next to her knight, lifting him up.

He was not yet dead, but he was not responsive, his means of communication had been targeted first, ensuring that no problematic things could be uttered.

"Hey… Hold on for a while longer, Miss Rosemary can surely heal you" the zone duel was still raging, neither of the two casters allowing the other to gain the upper hand.

The knight could make no sound, he instead raised one hand up in the air, clearing his lady's face off of tears, the weight she was carrying suddenly increased, Gelter's head tilted to the side, no more strength in his muscles.

Death had claimed him, and soon enough, the crimson growths claimed his remains as well, she wouldn't even get to give him a proper burial.

'A plague knight, huh…'

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