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Magnus I gently eased Amara into a state of tranquility, allowing her weary body to sink into a blissful slumber. I long for her to find solace and surrender to the embrace of peaceful slumber. I can't fathom how many times she must endure the terrifying experience of losing consciousness. I find myself consumed by worry for her, and it's taking a toll on my son . . . I mean, our precious child. It belongs to us. I find myself in the confines of my office, accompanied by none other than Zephyrus. "Any news?" I inquired, my voice tinged with anticipation. "No, there's absolutely nothing out of the ordinary in this realm," he confidently replied, without a moment's hesitation. I give a subtle, affirming nod, my head gently tilting in agreement. I whispered, my voice barely audible, fill