Calmness returned to the group as they saw their one and only Travis had returned to them.
Travis first took notice of Lucas's condition, which had grown so bad that touching his body would be like holding a twig that might break apart.
"Can you all allow me to get close to him?" Travis asked, and they all got up, leaving him alone with Lucas.
Lucas himself was trembling like a leaf.
"It's okay. Everything is fine. I am here now." Travis gently held him and placed a soft kiss on his face before standing up.
"Jordan, help me carry him to the nearby lake." Jordan, who still had a remnant of tears in his eyes, nodded and hurriedly carried him in a bridal style.
Maya kept looking at them, her face not that of violence and malice, but that of sadness—she had lost the battle.
