Fatal

Gavriel could feel his brother's body shaking so terribly as his head was heavy on his shoulder. Gideon was gripping his arm so tight, as if he was desperately holding onto some lifesaving trunk while dangling off a cliff, refusing to fall.

And not just that, Gideon's body was also so hot, Gavriel could feel the abnormal waves of heat oozing out. It was as though there was a furnace burning within him. 

Gavriel had noticed that the moment Gideon's dark magic settled down, his body seemed to have lost all his strength. And that was why he went forward to catch him, knowing that he was definitely going to fall on the ground. 

As he listened to Gideon's shaky breaths, as if he was desperately trying to get his breathing to stabilise again, Gav could only stand there, utterly puzzled. He did not expect this at all.