The group gathered around the temple knight, whose pale face and labored breathing underscored the urgency of their situation. Father Linus knelt beside him, his hands clasped in silent prayer as he whispered a plea for divine intervention.
The healer stood nearby, his expression grim as he rummaged through a pouch filled with herbs and vials, clearly searching for a remedy but finding nothing that could reverse the effects of the mysterious sickness.
Fenrir observed the scene from his wheelchair, his sharp gaze taking in every detail. Maric stood beside him, shifting nervously from foot to foot as he glanced between the ailing knight and the dense forest surrounding them.
Rui and Healer, leaning against a tree at the edge of the clearing, exchanged a look of subtle understanding.
It was clear to everyone that the knight's condition was worsening, and if they didn't act quickly, he wouldn't survive the day. Finally, Fenrir broke the heavy silence.