“Zil!”

Ashriel opened wide her eyes as she gasped for air. The forest was cold, but she was sweating heavily. Nile was shaking her shoulders anxiously.

“Young Master, what’s wrong?” Siel asked worriedly and wiped Ashriel’s sweats. Ashriel pants, then slowly takes a few deep breaths.

“Are you hurt? Is your stomach okay? Was it the poison? Or was it the antidote?” Siel bombarded. Ashriel shook her head and washed her face with her two palms.

“None of the above.” She whispered. “It’s nothing. I just have a bad dream.” She added, and only then did Siel sigh in relief. Ashriel’s eyes fell on Jared and Yurie, who were sleeping...