C63 Chapter 63

Dynarys Firestriker paced the tiny room in the medical building. Cillumn’s form lay still, but breathing, on the bed that took up most of the room. He checked the man again, but nothing had changed from the last half a dozen times he had looked. The wounds from the battle were fading, even the deeper ones that Strale’s dragon had imposed to keep Cillumn’s symbiont under control