Elara's eyes scanned the room, taking in the quiet forms of Layla and Lucias. They lay on the bed, their chests rising and falling with shallow breaths. The Krael's attack had left its mark, and Elara knew she had to act fast.
She approached the bed, her hands glowing with a soft, ethereal light. The light danced across Layla and Lucias' bodies, revealing the extent of their injuries. Elara's eyes widened as she saw the absurd growth with black spots running all over their arms, where they'd been hit by the Krael's attack.
"Ah, no~" Elara whispered, her voice barely audible. "The Krael's poison is spreading fast."
Kyle, who had been pacing the room, stopped dead in his tracks. "What is it, witch? What's happening to them?"
Elara's expression was grim. "Their internal cores, which are also their life force, are being corrupted by negative energy. It's causing an imbalance, and...they don't have much time to live."
