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"Something's not right here," Dragun said, frowning as he looked at Rowan.

"You can't heal her?" Rowan asked. He had already placed all his hopes on Dragun to heal Liara.

"I can heal her, but the thing is, there's actually nothing wrong with her. I tried using my healing magic on her earlier, but the reaction was neutral, she's in perfect condition," Dragun replied.

Everyone in the room looked confused.

"What do you mean she's in perfect condition? My sister isn't responding to anything—not even my touch or the noise around her!" Liara's older sister, Bruce's wife, complained.

Even Rowan felt like saying the same thing.

"I don't know how to explain this so you'll understand," Dragun sighed. "Let me demonstrate."

He asked Bruce to stretch out his hand, and when Bruce complied, Dragun drew a small knife and made a cut, causing it to bleed.

"What did you do that for?" everyone in the room exclaimed at once.