Ancestral Realm

"Dammit, dammit, dammit," Alex muttered under his breath, his voice a frantic mantra as he looked at Zahra. 

She was reduced to nothing but skin and bones, her condition so dire that a mummified corpse would appear healthy by comparison.

In the small cave, lit only by a dimly glowing magic lamp, Alex knelt on the floor, a panicked look etched on his face as he was emptying vial after vial of recovery potion onto Zahra's frail form. 

Her thin, dried-up skin absorbed the potions hungrily, yet her body refused to show any signs of improvement.

"If even Seventh Rank potions have no effect on her, will an Eighth Rank spell do anything?" Alex wondered, the desperation clear in his thoughts.

'Dammit, I don't even know if her condition is recoverable, but not doing everything to save her would make me regret it later,' Alex thought as potential choices ran through his mind.