The barrier flickered and pulsed, Muniere's and Apollo's faces strained as they chanted continuously, their energy waning.
In Iohan's room, two shadows danced in the air, halting at every corner of the grand bookshelves, revealing Luna's and Nyx's exhausted faces as they searched for writings that could help cure Iohan.
Damien and Lilian were inside Damien's bedroom. Damien was already asleep in her arms. Lilian's eyes gazed toward the empty air, her mind swirling endlessly, thinking about Iohan.
Outside the castle, the weather raged. Wind and rain battered the windows of every room, the storm's fury mirroring the turmoil within.
Hours passed, each one feeling like an eternity. As dawn approached, the barrier shimmered weakly, Iohan's dark energy threatening to break free.
Muniere and Apollo's chant grew fainter, their strength nearly spent. "N-No…" Muniere muttered, trying to hold on.