Lucius's POV.

For several days now, Riane has lay in the same position that nail my heart with pain. What I couldn't get enough is how pale her face looks like and she has endure everything within her.

The air was thick with tension as I paced the dimly lit room, the weight of the situation pressing down on me like a heavy fog. Raine lay unconscious on the bed, her face pale and drawn. I could hardly breathe as I watched her, every shallow breath a reminder of how fragile she was. The absence of black magic didn't lessen the danger; it felt as though she were slipping away...