The door to the clinic creaked open as Lyon and his group stepped inside, the soft murmur of conversation within momentarily quieting as eyes turned to observe the newcomers. The air was thick with tension, a mixture of desperation and hope clinging to the atmosphere as various physicians debated fervently over the ailing child.
Lyon led the way, his steps unhurried but purposeful. Though none of the gathered experts knew who he was, there was an undeniable aura of confidence radiating from him, a quiet assurance that commanded attention without the need for words. Cecile followed closely, her regal presence complementing his, while Maria's gentle demeanor softened the intensity of their entrance. Selena and Harvestasya moved with a grace that belied their strength, their expressions calm yet alert.
