A ripple of unease passed through the group. Several exchanged looks, and though none dared voice it aloud, the same thought crossed their minds: Master Alphonso had looked less like a fearsome commander and more like a furious child whose most treasured possession had nearly been stolen.
The image unsettled them, prickling goosebumps across their skin.
What could possibly have happened inside?
The men surged forward, surrounding Aaron. Questions flew from every direction.
“Doctor Scott, what did you see?”
“Why did Master Alphonso react like that?”
“Did you make a mistake?”
“Tell us—what happened in there?”
"Was there issues with the surgery?"
The bombardment only made Aaron’s face darken further. His lips parted as if to speak, but before a single word could escape, blood trickle
