Lyon's gaze sharpened even further, the urgency in his voice unmistakable. "Tell me everything in detail about their visit to Fifth Heaven." His words carried an intensity that made the old man hesitate for a second, stunned by the sheer focus radiating from him.
The hermit took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "It started about three months ago... or so," he began. His eyes grew distant as he recalled the events. "Two of them... seraphs. One had three pairs of wings, the other two. They arrived in secrecy, trying to keep their presence unknown. They were looking for her too—the legendary physician."
"Were they injured?" Lyon's question came swift, his voice almost cutting through the stillness.
The old man nodded solemnly. "Yes. They were afflicted by a rare disease. A disease that I couldn't find in any book, not even the most obscure scrolls I owned. It was like their bodies were being corroded from the inside, a pure and relentless decay."
