"Here! Bring a wet cloth! Quickly!" The shout echoed through the hallway, making my eardrums vibrate. I rushed into the open treatment room, my body still panting. Everyone's eyes were on me—Dr. Clera, Hessel, Lysander, Mira, Tavien, Serel—a circle of familiar faces that now looked like shadows waiting for their fate. In the center, Alpha King lay like a melted metal statue.The room had turned into a quiet battlefield: wet cloths being dragged, potions being stirred without pause, and words spinning like bullets. "Don't get too close! It's hot… incredibly hot," Dr. Clera ordered, holding her breath, her hands trembling as she touched one of the burn marks with a stick wrapped in cold cloth.I stepped closer, though Hessel held my arm with a deathly pale face. "Luna Lyara—don't. His body's dock is hot; the dampening runes slip if touched by just anyone."His body felt strange, like holding metal freshly pulled from a flame—hot to the point o
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