Days passed before Ezra showed real signs of improvement. The healers worked tirelessly, applying ointments made with special herbs and using healing magic to accelerate his regeneration. Meanwhile, the camp remained on high alert, watching for any sign that Marcus might be approaching.
I spent most of my time helping where I could, whether fetching water or tending to the wounded who had arrived with Rhea and Khael. Although I tried to keep myself busy, I couldn’t help but feel responsible for everything that had happened. Ignis, always nearby, constantly reminded me that my bond had changed the course of this story in ways I didn’t fully understand.
When Ezra finally opened his eyes, it was as if a heavy cloud lifted from the camp. Khael and Rhea were immediately informed of his recove
