I cast spell after spell, pouring every bit of Life Magic I knew into Luke's limp body. When the last circle faded, his flesh positively glowed with soft green luminescence, but nothing could touch the gray, shadowy tint of his flesh. Not even Astral Wind touched him. The problem wasn't his body, or his soul. It wasn't anything as far as I could tell. So why wasn't he better?
I collapsed over him, hugging him, sobbing against his chest.
"Luke," I whimpered, my tears wetting his torn coat. "Please, come back to me."
He didn't answer.
A heavy hand fell on my shoulder, and I turned, only seeing silhouettes through my tears.
"We need to go," said Fyren's voice. "The demon lords are closing in."
"But Luke..."
"He's alive," Evla snapped, sharp enough to make me wince. "You can figure out how to heal him later. If they find him like this, it won't end easily."
