Azriel picked up his phone and dialed King Markus's direct line. After a few rings, the familiar voice of his old friend answered, "Azriel, how are things in Stormheart?"
"Markus, we have a situation," Azriel began, the urgency clear in his voice.
Markus immediately became serious. "What happened?"
Azriel quickly recounted the events, explaining how Elora had identified the black magic afflicting the young warrior. Markus listened intently, his concern growing with each detail. "Black magic," he echoed, his tone grave. "This is serious, Azriel. We need to handle this carefully. I want the warrior transferred to the royal hospital immediately for study and treatment."
Elora, who was sitting beside Azriel, leaned closer to the phone. "Markus, may I come along? I would like to study the r
