Elias sighed in relief as the golden glow of his magic faded into the air. Prince Aedric's breathing had steadied, and the dark veins that had twisted up his neck had mostly receded.
The curse hadn't been fully lifted—his powers weren't strong enough to break a curse tied to the imperial bloodline—but he had at least stabilized the prince. That would buy Aedric some time.
Brushing sweat from his forehead, Elias took a step back from the bed and exhaled. "He'll be fine for now," he whispered to himself, though he still felt a nagging sense of unease.
Turning toward the ghost who had led him to Aedric's room, Elias gestured toward the door. "Can you check if the path is clear? I need to get back before anyone notices I'm gone."
The ghost, a woman with a spectral glow and a serene smile, nodded before gliding silently through the door.