The aged face and dim eyes on the sickbed weighed heavily on Rex's heart. Rachel looked nothing like his former self. Had Rex not known that the person lying there could only be Rachel, he would never have recognized the imposing Hero Rank powerhouse he had once been.
In Azeroth, even with his lifespan nearing its end, Rachel had ordinarily looked only a little over forty. Only the snow-white hair at his temples and the air of weathered experience about him betrayed that he was already at least eighty.
Now Rachel's imposing physique was gone. He had wasted away to skin and bone, his whole body seeming to cave in. He lay on the sickbed, chatting weakly with King Genn. Though he had little time left, his spirits were still fairly good. Rex glanced at the Ninth Rank priest who kept casting holy light on Rachel to sustain his vitality. Beads of sweat streamed down the priest's forehead.
The Ninth Rank priest showed no displeasure, continuing to cast holy light again and again without tiring of the monotony.
Rex met the Ninth Rank priest's gaze and nodded in approval, then shook his head slightly. Holy light could barely sustain Rachel's vitality. After all, it could heal injuries, but it could do nothing for someone whose natural lifespan was running out. Given the Ninth Rank priest's own condition, even casting holy light continuously would keep Rachel alive for only one more day at most.
"Rex, why did you only just get here?" King Genn looked displeased as he watched Rex walk in. Clearly, he felt that Rex's late arrival showed a lack of respect for Rachel.
"My fault." Rex readily admitted his mistake without looking for excuses. Seeing his attitude, King Genn did not question him further. Quite satisfied with Rex's