At the entrance of the garden, four guards held the two wooden sticks connected to the King's bed, supporting it upright. Selene, Crystalia, Iris, and four Crystalforge elite warriors stood nearby.
Meanwhile, Madam Seraphina remained in the Prismerian Healers' sanctuary, diligently checking on Flintor and Elysia's health and ensuring their well-being.
"Mom, do you think he will succeed?" Crystalia asked, her eyes filled with anxiety as she looked at Selene.
Selene sighed, meeting her daughter's gaze, unsure of what to say. Even if the god couldn't immediately rid them of the artefact on them, she acknowledged that Orion had already done more than enough. As long as they were granted an audience with a god who wasn't actively seeking their death, Selene didn't mind if they found a solution or not.
Just having the opportunity to seek aid from a god was an honour she would gladly be satisfied with.
