Damian sat by Ella’s bedside, his hand still cradling hers, unwilling to let go even for a moment. The room was quiet now—only the soft crackle of the hearth fire and the faint rustle of the healer’s movements broke the silence.Moments later, the elderly healer, Master Yoon stepped forward. His face was lined with years of wisdom, his expression calm, though weariness clung to his shoulders from long hours tending to Ella.

“She’s stable now,” Master Yoon said softly, setting down a ...