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“Hey, you okay?” The voice of the Summoner called out from nearby as she sprinted over, pale cream and gold coat billowing behind her. Heroes in the gardens wasn’t unusual, but the elder man’s demeanor worried her. She never expected this to occur either - judging from reports from various healers, the army was in excellent health.
“Take a deep breath, okay? Want me to get a healer?” The so-called “motherly instincts” she had honed since her arrival in Zenith reared its head once again. “That cough sounds pretty bad… How long have you had that?”
Some in the army were just as bad as he was. Though not to this extreme yet. He worried for the future, if only he didn’t know that he would surely die soon. It was a unfortunate thing, but something he must prepare for. For Lyon.Â
 “Its...for some time now. Do not worry, I know of my fate. There is little anyone could do about it.”
“Please, focus on the others for now. “















