novelnext Chapter 906: Goodbye (2)
Chapter 906: Goodbye (2)
Chapter 906: Goodbye (2)
Lucius coughed again, this time for even longer, his body frail. A sheen of sweat stood out on his pale brow as his breath emerged, shallow and ragged.
Erik clasped his father's hand tighter to hiding his escalating worry, forcing a smile to provide some semblance of reassurance.
"How did you heal that fast?" Lucius asked.
"I got the beast's power. It was a Hevadrin."
"Ah... I see..."
His father's condition was far worse than yesterday.
Lucius reached up slowly to cup Erik's cheek with a trembling hand. His skin was feverishly hot. "My son... so like your mother... so strong. I'm... so proud... and... happy."
"Dad, hear me out; you are going to survive. I will go to New Alexandria, bring a healer here, and fix you up." To see his father this way was unbearable. "You're going to be alright. Just hold on a little longer."
"We both know the truth..." Lucius inhaled, coughing. A spray of blood flecked his lips. His breathing hitched and grew more labored.
"You won't ever make it in time... I don't feel right."
Erik felt numb, helpless to do anything but watch his father suffer. At the same time, there were many things he wanted to ask.
Erik gripped his father's weakening hand tighter. He didn't really want to, but he had to ask; he needed to know, and maybe that was the only chance he had to do it.
"Dad, please tell me how you survived on the Mur Continent. How did you resist those powerful thaids?"
Lucius laughed, though it turned to a cough. His eyes shone with memory.
"That's something good to talk about before dying... Recounting the tales of when I survived... the Mur continent. It was glorious." Lucius smiled.
"I would like to tell you not to fight the blackguards, but I'm not such a hypocrite. You will do as much as I did. As for your question, the truth is that it wasn't easy. The thaids there, they could kill thousands of men in minutes."
"Yes, I know that. The Hevadrin, the wyverns... they were proof of that."
"Things are much worse there than Hevadrins and Wyverns, Erik."Discover new chapters at novelhall.com
Lucius burst into a fit of cough. "MY-COUGH-My brain crystal power... That helped, but it wasn't enough. I would have starved or been preyed on without the blackguards."
Please, let there be a way to save him. Erik couldn't bear to lose the one real family he had left
in this world.
He had only just regained Lucius's affection; he wasn't ready to let go.
Not like this. Not when there might still be hope.
Lucius's grip weakened, his fingers slipping from Erik's. His eyelids fluttered, and Erik watched as consciousness ebbed.
"FUCK! DAD!"
The room's door swung open. Erik watched as the doctors swarmed around his father, lifting him with care onto a stretcher.
Their quick, terse conversations washed over Erik-words like "infection," "fever," and
"organ failure."
He and the clones followed the medical team from the room, down the long corridor, towards
the infirmary.
Erik strode alongside, gripping his father's limp hand.
In the infirmary ward, nurses bustled to prepare examination tables and medicine cabinets.
The doctors began their work efficiently, removing Lucius' soiled bedclothes to examine his flesh. Their mouths contorted grimly upon discovering what lay beneath.
Erik hovered at the periphery, blocked from the flurry of activity by clones holding him back, no matter how much he struggled.
He kept hearing what the doctors talked about, words that spelled out nothing except Lucius' imminent death.
Rationally, Erik knew there was nothing more he could do here-no skills or powers that
mattered against such internal ravages of the body.
But logic held no sway over the panic rising like bile in his throat, the hot prickling behind his
eyes he refused to acknowledge.
June and Noah got behind him. They put a hand on his shoulders. "Let's go, Master."