When Victor woke, he found himself surrounded by a crowd of concerned faces. He let out a
heavy sigh.
“You’re awake,
” Hellen said softly.
Mark stepped forward, his expression tense.
“You’re okay now?”
Victor nodded weakly, trying to focus.
than a whisper.
“What… happened?” he asked, his voice barely more
“You fell sick,
” Hellen replied,
“and we rushed you here.
”
Victor groaned, pressing a hand to his throbbing head.
“Oh… my head…
”
Hellen hurried off to fetch water, returning moments later with a glass and a pill. He handed it to
Victor. Reluctantly, Victor swallowed it and sank back onto the mat, exhausted.
Thirty minutes passed in quiet relief. Finally, Victor cracked.
“Where… is Elara?”
The question hung in the air, and the others exchanged confused glances.
“Ela
