"Are you ready?"
Six men and four women stood in silence in a quiet, big hall. Liam was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the hall, and in front of him was Zaha, standing facing him.
The other people were also nearby, but they stood a bit far away because they didn't want to disturb them.
It was the day Liam started his last treatment. His recovery was near and right in front of their eyes.
"I'll start," Liam said to Zaha as he began his own treatment.
Golden
Suddenly, the air thickened, and everyone's breath caught. The others could feel a tightness in their chest as Liam closed his eyes.
"His
Old Duke squinted his eyes. 'This boy... he got even stronger again even when he almost died...'