The True Orgin

As Zara collapsed onto the ground, her glowing silver hair dimming, the scene was filled with a deafening silence, broken only by the heavy breaths of the brothers. Denzal and Devonte rushed toward her with unmatched urgency, their hearts pounding with fear and desperation.

Denzal reached her first, dropping to his knees as he gently scooped her fragile body into his arms. His hands trembled as he checked her pulse, his golden eyes scanning her pale face for any signs of life.

"She's breathing," he murmured, letting out a sigh of relief, though his voice remained tense. "But she's weak. Too weak."

Devonte knelt beside them, his eyes filled with equal parts concern and rage. "She's unconscious, and she's getting colder by the second. She needs medical attention now."

Denzal nodded, his grip tightening protectively around her. "We can't waste any more time."