The Healer's words, though a balm to their frayed nerves, brought a new weight of uncertainty. Elara’s survival was a victory, a
testament to their combined strength and the ancient Healer’s skill, but it was a fragile victory, hanging by a thread. The immediate relief was quickly overshadowed by the chilling realization of what their victory truly meant – the weakening of Serenity's curse.
Before the confrontation with Destiny, the curse had been a
suffocating weight, a relentless pressure constricting Elara’s life force. It had manifested as a creeping paralysis, a slow, agonizing decay that stole her strength and vitality, day by day. Now, in the aftermath of Destiny's destruction, a palpable shift was evident. Elara's breathing, though still shallow, was noticeably stronger. The pal
