“Both of those things can wait, Mate,” Malcolm explained, his tone systematic and calm as he changed into his gear, his movements revealing the defined muscles of his torso. “The priority right now is gathering those herbs to brew as many healing potions as possible. Our wounded are counting on it. The potions are critical.”

I let out a long, weary sigh, knowing he was right. My gaze swept over the devastation surrounding us. It was a stark reminder that we had to prioritize survival above all else.

“How is your father now?” Malcolm asked, his voice full of genuine concern.

“His condition is deteriorating,” I admitted, fighting back a...