Magnus carried Alora swiftly in his arms, his heart pounding with fear to see her in this condition. Her eyes, which had just moments ago shone with an unimaginable power, were now bleeding, and she had fallen unconscious.
Holding her tightly, he sprinted towards the waiting carriage. Izaak, Alaric, and Griffin followed closely, their faces etched with worry.
As they reached the carriage, Magnus climbed in, carefully cradling Alora in his lap. His hands trembled as he accepted the handkerchief Alaric handed him, gently wiping the blood from her eyes. The sight of her pale, lifeless face tore at his heart.
"Why did the blood come from her eyes?" Izaak asked with confusion.
"I don't know," Magnus replied, his voice trembled. "But we need to get her to a physician immediately." He turned to his brothers with a desperate plea. "Tell the chauffeur to drive to the physician's place, now."
