Memories III

Damonq paced the healing room, his mind a whirlwind of worry and conflicting emotions. Elina had been in the healing bed for two hours now, and each passing minute felt like an eternity.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it in frustration. He stopped and looked at Fero. The latter wasn’t in much better shape than him. Even though Elizabeth was just acting as a guide, and was not entirely comatose, seeing as she just needed to hold Elina’s hand and infuse her spirit into the latter, it was still dangerous. She could get trapped there.

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Damonq sighed harshly. These women will be the death of him.

He stopped by the window, staring out into the dark night. The stars seemed indifferent to his turmoil, twinkling in their usual patterns. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. Elina was strong. She will survive.

"Why is it taking so long?" He muttered under his breath for the umpteenth time, his voice tinged with desperation. He glanced at the two women, willing them to