Don’t tell me you’re fine,” Xelab continued to argue. “I can see that you’re bleeding. Clearly you’re in pain.”
“And why is it all of a sudden so different just because you can see it?” Nidead retorted, “I’m always in pain. Nothing’s changed. Maybe this time it can finally stop.”
I’ve been working on this story for 15 years, and in about four weeks it will be officially written and posted online (almost done making final edits). After that, I will work on chapter art.