(HAELORIAN'S POV)
Fiona stepped forward, unsealing the crystal flask and handing it to me. The liquid inside was clear, almost glowing with a faint luminescence—a gift from the lake that had witnessed countless miracles.
I uncorked the flask and took a long sip, feeling its purity wash through me, momentarily clearing the shadows from my mind. Then I gently lifted Henry's head, bringing the flask to his lips.
"Drink," I whispered. "Let it fill you with strength."
Henry obeyed, his lips parting as the water trickled into his mouth. He swallowed, and I watched the faint color deepen in his cheeks, his eyes gaining a touch of clarity.
A soft murmur of approval rippled through the group, but I silenced it with a glance.
"The diamond," I said.
