Chapter Eighty Four

Marco’s POV

When I opened the door, I saw someone standing in the dark hallway. I was happy to see that it was Sage, my good friend whom I trust. But something was wrong. He looked bent over and was leaning on the doorframe. His clothes had blood stains on them.

I called out his name and rushed to help him. I asked him what happened and if he was okay. He spoke with difficulty and weakness, telling me that something bad was going on. Swiftclaw, a person we know, was planning something against me.

I felt worried and scared in my stomach. Sage usually doesn't exaggerate, and his condition showed that the situation was serious. I led him inside the room and helped him sit on a chair. I knew we had to act fast, so I called for a healer.

As the room became brighter, I saw Sage's pale face filled with pain. His eyes, usually full of life, now looked tired and determined. Blood kept flowing from his side, and he pressed his hand against the wound.

Sage winced as he tried to get comfortable i