A whole month, huh?Deyran rasped, his voice hoarse from disuse.
Shame on me for keeping you waiting that long for a drink. I don’t think I could live with that kind of guilt.
Deyran blinked, his head swimming as Alaric's voice anchored him somehow. The half-elf winced as he tried to sit up, his arm protesting sharply against the movement. The pain felt duller now, but the memory of the battle loomed, heavy and raw in his mind.
With a grimace, he finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
It wasn’t a tavern brawl, though I wish it had been. Would’ve been easier.
Deyran exhaled shakily, memories of that red lyrium nightmare clawing their way back into his mind.
It was… a giant,he said slowly as if speaking the words aloud made the horror more real.
Made of red lyrium. Huge. Stronger than anything I’ve ever faced. I’ve heard about red lyrium before, but this—this was different. Corrupted.
Deyran gave a weak laugh, his voice tinged with bitterness.
I was lucky, made it out alive.He looks at Alaric with the sweetest smile,
Thanks to you,
The thing nearly ripped me apart though. Felt like I was fighting a mountain.
The memory of the battle flickered through his mind—a monstrous figure, towering and grotesque, its body glistening with shards of red crystal, like some twisted nightmare pulled straight from the Fade. Deyran had fought hard, pouring every ounce of strength and skill into surviving. But it hadn’t been enough.
Deyran closed his eyes briefly. He could still feel the ghost of its presence lingering in his thoughts, a silent promise that it would haunt him again.
He opened his eyes, meeting Alaric’s gaze.
If you ever face one of those things, you’ll need more than just magic and steel. It’s... wrong. There’s no other word for it. It shouldn’t exist.
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