Mavic rushed through the halls, his heart pounding with a blend of fear and urgency. Behind him, his three brothers followed closely, their faces mirroring the worry etched deep into Mavic's brow.
When they reached, Mavic flung the door open, what they saw left them speechless, the ground beneath their feet's crumbled, shiver and panic covered their hearts.
Gosh!
Master Smith lay crumpled on the floor. His face was pale, and the faint rhythm of his pulse barely reached Mavic's trembling fingers. The air crackled with tension, a palpable force that urged them into action.
"Mavic!" Benjamin exclaimed, his voice a mix of panic and resolve. "Is he—?"
"Not now, Ben!" Mavic snapped, urgency coloring his tone.
He checked his father's pulse again, feeling the weak thrum beneath his fingertips. He turned sharply to Holland, who stood by the door, wild-eyed with concern.
"Call the ambulance now!"
