It was a quiet afternoon at the Order's hall. Caden, Elara, Valara, Solari, and Ember were gathered together, discussing recent developments and planning future steps. They were casually seated in the lounge area, a sense of camaraderie and shared purpose filling the room.
Suddenly, Elara, who had been laughing at one of Caden's anecdotes, paused. Her face paled, her hand moving to rest on her stomach as if to calm an inner turmoil. Her laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a gasp. Before anyone could react, she swayed on her seat, her figure slumping forward.
"Caden!" Valara shouted, rising to her feet. Caden, who had been sitting next to Elara, instinctively reached out, catching her before she could slump further. His eyes were wide with alarm. "Elara!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with concern. Solari and Ember also stood, their faces mirroring the worry etched on Caden's features. A cultivator like Elara fainting? It was unheard of.
