Chapter 98 THE WARRIOR WHO HELD THE LINE

The golden Fireblood poured from my palms into Torren's shattered chest, but the light kept dying.

Every time the white-gold warmth touched the edges of his wound, the black wolfsbane venom hissed and flared, swallowing the healing fire like oil smothering a candle. The poison was too deep, too con...

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