Kyren's POV
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"So walk me down this like you're walking a puppy."
"What sort of analogy is that?"
"One you should understand if—"
"Shh! You two will wake him up!"
Kyren, Lucian and Elian were in an infirmary within the Rogue King's palace. All three, even Kyren, stared down at the person lying on the bed in front of them like a paralysed chicken.
Sylas.
The infirmary was lit up with dull white and red lights, its walls pulsing with runic lines that targeted health and rejuvenation. Other beds lined the walls but they were empty.
Save for this one.
The sterile smell of medications and potions lingered, three doctors working on the clock checking the Omega's vitals and other readings on the floating holographic screen beside him.
Organised. A quick response for a servant, who apparently might be his long-lost half-cousin.
