As the ship cut through the waters towards Qiryn, Chris' thoughts raced. He felt a mixture of hope and fear, praying silently that they would reach Qiryn in time. He couldn't bear the thought of losing Elsa and their unborn child.
On the ship's main deck, Nathan stood while staring out at the horizon. "Hold on, Elsa," he whispered. "We're almost there, my child."
As dawn broke, the ship neared the shores of Qiryn. The group prepared to disembark, their hearts heavy with the weight of uncertainty. But despite the odds, they held onto hope, determined to save Elsa and her unborn child.
Hera and Marina were waiting in port when they arrived and prepared with whatever Elsa would need since they did not know what was her current condition.
Everyone acted fast and transferred Elsa to the carriage in no time. Hera and the elven healers tried their best to heal Elsa in the carriage but it was useless. Their healing powers were no use.
