*DAMON*
I held Vanora's lifeless body close to my chest, feeling the weight of her limp form. Her skin was cold and pale, and her once vibrant eyes were now closed. I hugged her tightly as if my embrace could bring her back to life.
Gladiator's words pulled me back to reality. "Damon, we have to find a place to bury her. We can't take her home," he said, his voice heavy with sadness.
I shook my head, refusing to accept that Vanora was gone. "She can't be dead," I said, my voice trembling. "Vanora is strong. She won't die easily. It's not possible!"
But the reality of the situation was hard to ignore. "Damon, she's not going to wake up. She's gone," Gladiator said softly, his hand on my shoulder.
I felt a lump form in my throat, and tears welled up in my eyes. "She's not dead! Stop bei
