CHAPTER 224
The bedroom door opened.
Gandrik stepped inside, closing it behind him with one hand. Upon entering, the atmosphere in the room changed once more. There was no trace of those unsettling feelings in the air when the witch arrived. It vanished when she left.
Argon was standing at the now-closed terrace doors. He was obviously peeking through the curtains. He whipped around to look at him.
Livius was by the bed. He hovered over Ezekiel, placing his palm against his chest. He was feeling his king's heartbeat. It was steady, but something was strangely wrong. He pulled his hand, shaking his head once as his lips were pressed in one line.
Gandrik approached Livius immediately. "How is he now? I hope this helps." He lifted the box.
Argon strode towards them. "What's that? Is that…" The expression on his face lightened as if he saw hope on the General's hands.
