In Vinci Guild Headquarters...
"Young Master from the Drake Guild is taking over the dungeon with his assistant." a voice crackled over the communication line.
"Which dungeon?" the commanding officer asked, his tone filled with urgency.
"Near Cahaya Elementary School." the guild member replied.
The commanding officer's eyes widened.
"Mobilize reinforcements immediately. We can't afford any mistakes. Secure the area and assist the young master."
The commanding officer cursed under his breath, thinking about that reckless young man from the Drake Guild.
"How many times does he want to kill himself in the dungeon? Argh, he always gives me a headache!" the commanding officer cried pitifully.
Remembering how many times the Vinci Guild had been outshone by the Drake Guild gave him a shudder. What should he convey to the vice guild master?
The guild master would always laugh out loud as he didn't care what his nephew was going to do. As a doting uncle, he just let them run wild.
While the vice guild master would skin him alive if there was a scar on the young master's skin.
"Whatever it is, first of all, I'm going to inform those Drake couple. Oh Lord, please protect them and let them return safely from the dungeon."
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As they neared the exit, the signal came back to normal. Evan quickly sent a message to the supporting hunter to gather all the dungeon byproducts, ensuring all materials would be Vinci Guild's as an apology.
They replied back, confirming they would come to the dungeon once Eamon and Evan had left.
As they exited the dungeon, they were met with an empty courtyard. The guild had efficiently cordoned off the area, ensuring all civilians were evacuated and sent home for safety
Only Leo and their driver remained, anxiously waiting for their return. It had been three hours since they had first entered the dungeon.
Eamon glanced around, the eerie quiet a stark contrast to the chaos they had just faced. The sky was a dark shade, hinting at the late hour and the gravity of the situation.
"Brother Eamon! Brother Evan!" Leo called out, rushing towards them. The relief in his eyes was palpable.
Eamon managed a tired smile, kneeling to hug his brother.
"We're alright, Leo. Don't worry too much, alright." Eamon said, his voice shaking slightly as he ruffled Leo's hair with a trembling hand.
Evan stood by, his eyes filled with concern for the young master he had sworn to protect.
"Darius, take young master Leo back home right now." Evan continued firmly, his protective instincts kicking in.
"We'll follow you shortly after ensuring everything's secure here."
Darius nodded, understanding the urgency. He gently took Leo's hand and led him to the car.
"Let's get you home safely, young master Leo," Darius said, his voice calm and reassuring.
Leo looked back at his brother with worry in his eyes.
"You'll be alright, right, brother Eamon?" he asked, his voice wavering.
Eamon managed another reassuring smile, though the fatigue was evident on his face.
"I'll be fine, Leo. Just go with Darius and I'll see you soon."
As Darius drove away, ensuring Leo's safety, Evan turned his attention back to Eamon.
"Let's get you to the hospital. We need to take care of your condition before it worsens."
Eamon nodded weakly, allowing Evan to guide him to the car. The drive to the hospital was tense, the weight of the day's battles pressing heavily on their minds.
Eamon leaned back, closing his eyes and his breath laboured, trying to manage the worsening symptoms of his arcane fatigue syndrome.
Upon arriving at the hospital, the medical staff quickly sprang into action.
This wasn't the first time Eamon had been warded, and they were well-versed in his condition. They guided him to a private treatment room, where state-of-the-art equipment awaited.
Evan stayed close to his side, ensuring that Eamon received the best possible care. The doctors and nurses worked efficiently, administering IV fluids and specialized medication to counteract the effects of his arcane fatigue syndrome.
"Eamon, we'll need to run some tests to assess the extent of your condition." the head doctor explained, his tone calm yet urgent.
"Do whatever you need to." Eamon replied weakly, his exhaustion evident.
Over the next few hours, the medical team conducted a series of tests, monitoring Eamon's vitals and energy levels. They noted the severity of his energy depletion and its impact on his physical and mental state.
Meanwhile, Evan coordinated with the hospital staff, ensuring that everything was in place for Eamon's treatment plan.
He also kept Drake family informed, providing updates on Eamon condition.
By the time the doctors completed their assessments, Eamon was already feeling the effects of the initial treatments. His energy levels began to stabilize, and the mental fog slowly lifted.
"We'll need to follow a strict treatment plan to ensure a full recovery." the head doctor said, giving Evan a list of instructions.
"Meditation sessions, energy healing practices, and regular counselling will be essential or else it will be like seven years ago."
Evan nodded, determined to support Eamon through the recovery process.
"We'll do whatever it takes."
That evening, as Eamon rested in his hospital bed, Evan stayed by his side, offering words of encouragement.
"You've got this, young master. Don't worry and just sleep." Evan reassured him.
Eamon managed a faint smile, feeling a glimmer of hope.
"Thanks, Brother Evan. I couldn't do this without you." With those words, he allowed the exhaustion to take over and drifted into a much-needed sleep.
In the Drake mansion, Leo waited anxiously by the grand fireplace, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls.
He couldn't shake the worry gnawing at him, even though he tried to stay positive for his brother's sake.
The front door creaked open, and in walked the Drake couple, fresh from their urgent meeting at the guild. Leo sprang up, rushing towards them with eyes wide and filled with anxiety.
"Father, Mother! How is Brother Eamon? Is he okay?" Leo's voice trembled with fear.
Mr. Drake, a tall man with a stern but caring demeanour, placed a reassuring hand on Leo's shoulder.
"Your brother is receiving the best care, Leo. He's strong and he'll get through this sweetheart." he said, his voice steady.
"Now, it's late, and you need to rest sweetie." Mrs. Drake added, her voice filled with gentle concern.
"We don't want you falling ill with worry. You don't want Eamon to feeling worried right?"
Reluctantly, Leo nodded and made his way to his room, casting one last worried glance at his parents.
Once Leo was out of sight, Mrs. Drake's composed facade crumbled. She sank into a chair by the fireplace, tears streaming down her face.
"Oh, my dear Eamon..." Mrs. Drake sobbed quietly, her heart aching for her adopted eldest son. Mr. Drake knelt beside her, holding her hands and offering silent comfort.
The weight of their son's condition was heavy, and they prayed that the incident seven years ago would not be repeated.
Remembering those lifeless eyes and the room full of a metallic scent, they both shuddered at the memory.
"We can't let that happen again." Mrs. Drake whispered, her voice barely audible.
"We have to do everything we can to help him recover and we won't let him go through that again."
Back in the hospital room, Eamon remained asleep for three days. His body slowly recovering from the brink of exhaustion.
Evan stayed vigilant by his side during that time, ensuring that Eamon had everything he needed.
The hospital staff continued to monitor his condition closely, adjusting his treatment as necessary.