"Kaelen, wake up!" Seraphina's voice cracked with panic as she gripped his shoulders, her fingers pressing hard into his skin, but there was no response. Kaelen lay there, still as stone, his face pale, his chest barely rising.
Alyssia was by his side, hands hovering over his heart, desperate. "It's like he's not here like he's trapped somewhere else." Her gaze shifted to Garrick, her fear raw. "What do we do? He's slipping away from us."
Garrick's jaw clenched, his face hard, but his eyes betrayed a sliver of helplessness. He knelt beside Kaelen, voice low and urgent. "Kaelen, wherever you are, fight. Don't let go. We need you here."
