Chapter 223

Third Person's POV

Elara stepped out of the healer's hall, the cool night air brushing against her skin. Zarek's expression was tense, eyes dark as he looked at her.

"Why didn't you ever tell me you had this old stomach problem?" he asked, voice low but threaded with worry.

Elara gave a small shrug, the edges of her lips curling in a faint, wry smile. "It's nothing serious. Serving in the Steelmaw