As we entered Juan's room, I couldn't help but growl at the sight before me. There, lying on a hospital bed, was a man who bore little resemblance to the Juan I once knew. His once dark hair was now pure white, and his face, which had been free of wrinkles, was heavily lined. His tanned skin was now pale and dry, like a desert that had been drained of all life.

Killian stepped forward. His brow furrowed in concern as he studied the man before us. "The spell has taken a great toll on ...