Ares||
I stood in the dimly lit chamber, watching Phoenix as she lay motionless on the bed.
Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her face serene despite the turmoil she had endured.
The soft glow of the enchanted lanterns cast a warm light, but it did little to ease the cold knot of worry tightening in my chest.
Beside me, Zul hovered, his presence a steadying force amidst the uncertainty.
The old wizard had been a part of our lives for as long as I could remember, his knowledge and wisdom guiding us through countless trials.
But now, as I looked at Phoenix's still form, I couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.
"Why hasn't she woken up yet?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
The silence of the room felt sacred, as if any loud noise might shatter the fragi
