Overworld.
The sun was setting, the sky glowing orange and purple as Herios and Athena returned from the fields, sweat on their brows but their work complete.
The peaceful mood shattered the moment they saw Herios' grandmother lying on the ground near the hut, unmoving.
"Grandma!" Herios shouted, running to her side. Athena's heart skipped a beat as she rushed after him.
Herios knelt, carefully checking her pulse.
"She's alive," he breathed in relief, though his face was pale. "But she's burning up."
Athena crouched beside him, already preparing a spell.
"Move," she said quickly, her voice steady despite the panic in her chest. "I'll handle this."
Herios didn't argue. He carefully lifted his grandmother and carried her inside, laying her on the bed.
Athena stood at the bedside, her hands glowing with faint green light as she began weaving healing magic.
