Chapter 884: Terisa and Laurine

Under the cold weeping night, Igna held his hand to the cave's opening – therein the intruders halted effortlessly. A pensive exhale escaped, he glanced at the fallen mother, her hair awry upon her shoulder, the face pale and with a pleading expression, her fragile fingers stained by mud and the vague spots of red at her feet. 

 "You don't have much time to live," he said, unaffected by the decrepit visitor. Her lungs wheezed, efforts to open her mouth stopped, words never left her tongue, the intent was there, yet, the physical state disallowed her triumph.

Under a lowered tone – mildly above a whisper, she rose a defeated look at Igna – the knees dropped harshly on the cave's rocky surface, "-save my daughter."