Upon arriving at their new destination, Lora and Azriel immediately set about their routine of healing the infected. The process was exhausting but crucial, their powers and skills essential in combating the spread of the infection. Once they finished, Azriel received a notification that Markus wanted to brief them on the ongoing situation.
Gathering in their temporary quiet room, they connected the call. Markus’s grave figure appeared on the screen, his expression reflecting the seriousness of the situation. “How are you both holding up?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern. “I know it’s been tiring.”
“We’re managing,” Azriel replied, a weary smile on his face. “It’s exhausting, but we’re making progress.”
Markus nodded, appreciation clear in his eyes. “Thank you for your efforts.
