The atmosphere was tense, laden with a palpable worry that manifested in every sigh and glance of those present. Thaiel couldn't take his eyes off Ardyn, whose figure lay motionless on the bed. Although the weather had improved thanks to the artificial environment created by magic, the internal storm raging in Thaiel's heart hadn't ceased for a moment. His concern grew like a shadow, enveloping every thought with its cold presence.
"I don't understand why she hasn't woken up," Thaiel murmured, his voice heavy with helplessness. "Even with the improved temperature… she should have recovered by now."
"I don't know what to tell you, my friend," Yassir replied with a tone that attempted to be reassuring, though it couldn't hide his own unease. "Her body is fine, but it seems she just doesn't want to wake up."
Yassmin, who was nearby, watched the rivers of lava flowing outside the camp. Her eyes reflected the same confusion the others felt.
