Agara had heard of Kai's return and rushed back to Thegara without hesitation, bringing with him a sliver of hope, and news that could change the tide of war.
"So, my uncle Lucieth will fight next to us?" Ren asked, her voice tired but eager.
Agara nodded. "He despises any creature not shaped by the gods. He'll come."
His gaze shifted to Kai, lying motionless in the bed, pale beneath the sweat that clung to his skin. Agara lowered himself beside Ren and gently placed a hand on Kai's forehead.
"This fever is bad," he murmured.
Ren's stomach tightened. She already knew that. Since they'd returned, Kai had been burning with a strange fever that no healer could tame. The demon god, Axaxeal had only said: His Shadow is weak and consumed. It will take time for him to recover. I leave my son to you.
