Several long minutes passed in silence, broken only by the soft hum of machines monitoring his vitals. Lora’s brows furrowed deeply, her lips pressing into a thin line as she focused. Finally, she pulled her hands back and turned toward Markus, Kaia, and Kaius, her face pale and somber.
“It’s dark magic,” she said grimly, her voice low but clear. “A very powerful dark magic. It has almost crippled him. I can feel Henry hanging between realms, caught between life and... something else.”
Kaius, who had been silent until now, stepped forward quickly, his voice filled with desperation. “Can you do anything for him? Can you heal him?”
Lora turned to look at him, the sadness in her eyes softening her expression. “I can try,” she said gently, though her tone carried the weight of caution. “But
