Wirr dropped to his knees, carefully laying his mother’s body on the ground. He knew before he checked what he would find, though. The blade had pierced her heart. Geladra’s eyes were open and sightless, and she was not breathing. Wirr choked back a sob, pouring the last of his Essence into her, searching for any sign of life. Nothing happened.
Damn having both parents die in your arms is fucking rough.
