398 The verdict (final) – Noctavian's POV

In the frigid heart of the Kolhis mountains, nestled within a region shunned by the local villagers as the Beast Den, the Crown Prince of Emoria knelt beside an abandoned campfire, carefully supporting his father's weight, ensuring that Egon's lower half rested on the ground while his upper body remained suspended.

Noctavian couldn't ignore the worsening of his father's fever as half of Egon's face pressed against the Crown Prince's chest, his Healer's instincts set off an urgent alarm.

Amidst another desperate howl piercing the air, Noctavian cast a disapproving glance in the direction where he spotted the little white wolf hiding. She had displayed bravery by leaping through that portal, only to falter at the worst possible time and place. The last thing he needed now was to tend to her.