Chapter 97

As the moment of truth approached, Darren's heart pounded in his chest, its rhythmic beats echoing the anticipation that filled the air. The wizard, a figure shrouded in mystery and power, had arrived to offer his aid in restoring Lucy. With trepidation and a glimmer of hope, Darren followed the wizard's beckoning gesture, stepping into the room where Lucy lay, her fragile form illuminated by a soft, ethereal light.

The wizard's piercing gaze swept over Lucy, his eyes filled with a depth of knowledge that seemed to transcend time itself. He studied her with an intensity that sent shivers down Darren's spine, as if peering into the very core of her being. The air crackled with an otherworldly energy, a potent mix of ancient wisdom and arcane power.

With a voice that resonated like the echo of a distant thunderstorm, the wizard addressed Darren and Maddie. His words were measured, filled with a sense of authority that commanded respect. "I must assess her condition alone," he declared,