ZURI

“Help him!”

The first thing I heard was the silence. After all the screaming, the clashing of blades, and the echoes of spells breaking through the air, silence felt strange.

The wind carried smoke and the faint scent of blood, but it was soft now; gentle, almost. Somewhere in the distance, cheers had faded into murmurs.

Tyr wasn’t moving. I was kneeling before I even realized it, dirt pressing into my knees as I reached for him. His chest wasn’t still. There was breath, but ...