Capítulo 45: Getting Back On His Feet

Mrs. Benson and Lady Roxaine stood quietly over Turai's unconscious form, their black dresses rustling softly as they worked. The room was dimly lit, and the air was thick with the scent of herbal balms.

Turai lay on the bed, his young body barely clothed, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His physique, surprisingly toned for someone his age, was evidence of the battles he had fought. His side, however, was still heavily bandaged, covering the deep wound inflicted by Ijar's final strike. The wound hadn't fully healed—dark remnants of shadow magic lingered in his flesh, stubborn and resistant to the healing efforts of those around him.

Lady Roxaine's eyes flicked to Mrs. Benson, who wore a look of worry etched across her face. They both knew Turai's strength, but the magic left by Ijar was potent—far beyond what they could heal on their own.