EVEN the gray skies seemed to sympathize with the cruel fate that had befallen the Psycheberg family. Rain poured relentlessly, washing away the bloodstains splattered across the ground— flowing into the earth as though nature itself sought to cleanse the tragedy it had witnessed. Although the beast lay defeated at Kayne’s feet, the devastation it left behind was far from controlled. Kallixto dropped to his knees beside Thalia, lifting her gently from the soaked ground. Her skin had turned deathly pale, and blood continued to pool from her wounded leg. He tore his cape into strips, binding them tightly around Thalia’s leg in a desperate attempt to stanch the bleeding.
“Kallix,” Kayne called out urgently. “I know I’m not a healer, but let Lady Thalia drink this potion. At the very least, i
