Chapter 127

Dante Point of View:

It had been a month, and yet Elara still lay motionless—beautiful and still, like a sleeping beauty trapped in time.

Dante sat by her side every morning, his fingers gently brushing her silver-white hair, his other hand cradling a cup of untouched coffee.

Lyrra, ever patient, continued to inject the nutrient potions and healing elixirs into Elara’s delicate arm. Day by day, he