"RIONA!!!"
Puck caught her just before her body hit the cold stone. Her vision swam—everything blurred, spinning in slow, disjointed motion.
It didn't make sense. The bite had only taken a small amount of blood, but the effect was overwhelming. Dizzying. Wrong. This wasn't just vampirism—it was demonic corruption. Ol'gaz's venom worked deeper than fangs ever should. It poisoned the spirit.
Before she could steady herself, a blur of movement flashed in the dark. Ol'gaz was already lunging. Claws glinted.
Puck didn't hesitate—he shoved her aside, taking the full force of the strike himself. The impact sent him flying. His back slammed into the wall with a thunderous crack, stone fracturing beneath the blow. A nearby torch was knocked loose, clattering across the floor and plunging the chamber into pitch-black.
"Puck!" Riona's voice cracked, raw and panicked. She reached blindly for him. But darkness swallowed everything.
