The preparations to begin the process of saving Lucas were anything but easy. Tension hung heavily in the air, thick and unspoken. Though everyone tried to appear composed, the anxiety was unmistakable, etched into every furrowed brow, every tightened jaw.
Even Zhao Li Xin, who was usually the epitome of calm detachment, showed signs of unease. It wasn't due to a lack of confidence in his own abilities, but rather, it was because the person he was about to help held extraordinary significance.
Lucas wasn't just anyone.
He was someone so important that Lory had once been willing to give her soul to Lazarus in exchange for saving her brother. And no one understood the depth of Lory's love for her brother better than Zhao Li Xin, and that knowledge, more than anything else, unsettled him.