As they stepped into the halls of Forjgris, the atmosphere was heavy with concern and anticipation. King Taranis, ruler of the Semibestias, greeted them with a somber expression, informing them that their comrades were already being treated for their injuries. Lyria's heart sank at the news, her worry deepening as she contemplated what awaited her beloved brother and their courageous friend, Elren.
Determined to offer their support, Lyria and Alex exchanged a glance filled with unspoken resolve before making their way to the chambers where Lord Arion and Elren were being tended to. The journey through the halls felt endless, each step echoing the weight of their apprehension and the urgency of their mission.
Upon reaching the chamber, they were met with the sight of Lord Arion lying on a cot, his face etched with pain but his eyes still filled with steely determination. Beside him, Elren lay unconscious, his once noble form now marred by the cruel reality of war. Lyria's heart clenched at the sight of her brother's still figure, her hands trembling as she reached out to gently touch his uninjured hand.
Alex stood silently by her side, his expression a mixture of concern and determination. With a heavy sigh, he approached Lord Arion's bedside, offering words of encouragement and gratitude for the sacrifices he had made on their behalf.
Despite the gravity of the situation, there was a sense of camaraderie and solidarity among them, a silent acknowledgment of the bonds forged in the heat of battle. As they stood together in that dimly lit chamber, surrounded by the echoes of their shared struggles, they knew that they would need each other now more than ever as they faced the challenges that lay ahead.