The guard approached the door where Fel was hiding and slowly turned the doorknob. As he opened the door, he peered into the dark room, scanning his eyes around to ensure everything was in order. He took a few steps inside, his footsteps echoing in the silence. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he took another look around, searching for any signs of disturbance. Suddenly, his gaze fell upon Fel's hiding spot behind the door. For a split second, he looked directly at her, causing her to freeze in terror. But just as quickly, he looked away and continued his inspection of the room. After a few more moments, he appeared satisfied that everything was in order, and he turned to leave, closing the door behind him.Fel let out a deep breath of relief as the guard closed the door and walked away. She sat there for a few moments, still holding her hand over her pounding chest, trying to regain her composure. Slowly, she stood up and looked around to make sure that the coast was clear.Th

Ragnar's eyelids fluttered as his consciousness returned to him. The room around him was hazy and out of focus, causing him to blink rapidly as he tried to clear his vision. He could hear a soft, rhythmic pounding noise, and a familiar scent of herbs filled his nostrils. It was then that he realized he was lying in a bed, and a physician was standing beside him, pounding some mixture in a mortar.Feeling parched, Ragnar croaked out,"Water.”The physician looked up from his work as he heard Ragnar's weak voice asking for water. Without hesitation, he grabbed a cup of water and quickly made his way towards the bed. Holding the cup carefully, he helped Ragnar sit up a little and offered him the cup to drink. Ragnar's hands trembled a bit as he took the cup and started drinking the water in small sips, feeling the cool liquid refresh his throat. The physician watched closely, making sure that Ragnar drank enough water to quench his thirst. Once he was done, the physician gently took the

As he entered the room, he took in the sight of Ragnar lying in bed, seemingly unaware of his presence. He leaned on his stick, studying the king carefully, and noticing the frailty in his appearance. Ragnar's skin was pale, and his breathing was shallow, a clear indication that the sickness had taken its toll on him.He recalled the brief meeting he had with Magnus and how he had divulged information about Ragnar's plans with his daughter, also being aware that Magnus was going to wage war against Ragnar because of it.Gasher gave Ragnar's shoulder a slight tap.Ragnar stirred from his slumber as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Gasher, standing beside his bed. Ragnar's vision was slightly blurry, and it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the chamber.As he blinked a few times to clear his vision, he became more aware of his surroundings and the presence of the diviner. The room was silent exce

Miranda trudged through the dense woods with a heavy heart, each step feeling like a burden on her sore feet. The rough terrains seemed determined to prolong her journey home, but she pressed on despite the pain. Her labored breaths were visible in the chilly morning air.Miranda shivered violently as the coldness of the morning pierced through her thin clothes. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, causing a faint, staccato sound to emanate from her mouth. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to preserve any warmth she had left in her body, but it was no use. The icy breeze cut through her like a sharp knife, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Her breaths came out in foggy puffs, a visible testament to the frigid temperature. Every step felt like she was trudging through a sea of icy water, and her feet felt numb and heavy. Her whole body trembled as she moved forward,Miranda winced as she felt the sting of the wounds on her body. It was as if tiny whips were still lashing

Magnus furrowed his brows in a deep frown as he observed the vast plains below. The beauty of the land was undeniable, with its rolling hills and expansive fields, but Magnus couldn't appreciate it in his current state of mind. His thoughts were consumed with anger and frustration.Overlooking the vast expanse of the plains below the beauty of the landscape was undeniable - rolling hills stretched out before him, dotted with verdant trees and grassy fields. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. The sky was a canvas of oranges, pinks, and purples, with wispy clouds painted in hues of gold and silver.But despite the beauty of the scene before him, Magnus could feel a deep anger burning inside him. He clenched his fists tightly behind his back, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. His gaze shifted beyond the horizon, where the borders of the Scorpion Zeal pack lay. Hatred for his enemy burned within him, fueled by a desire for ve