"Is he alright?" Sandra asked, her voice edged with concern as she watched the Archpriestess tend to Aether. His unconscious body was resting against Dora, his breathing steady but his expression unnervingly blank.
Victor stood nearby, having just been released from the cube Sandra had opened for him. However, at that moment, none of them were paying any attention to him. All eyes were fixed solely on Aether.
The Archpriestess let out a quiet sigh before shaking her head. "He seems fine. There are no visible wounds…"
"Then why the hell isn't he waking up?" Sandra questioned, her brows furrowing. There was no injury, no indication of harm, and yet Aether remained motionless.
Mary, who had been silently observing, stared at Aether for a long moment before finally speaking. "You'd better get him out of this Empire."
Sandra turned to her, frowning. "What?"
Mary simply shrugged. "I have a feeling… something here is affecting him." her tone carried she didn't care!
