Hundred and Thirty-eight

Orga's worry grew stronger as he kept checking the clock. The hands seemed to move so slowly, teasing him with their slowness. He'd been checking for what felt like hours, his anxiety building with each passing minute.

Arabella had been out with Sandro for a long time, and a sense of unease gnawed at him. He tried to distract himself by pacing the cave's rough stone floor, but his thoughts kept returning to Arabella.

Had they argued? Was she hurt? Or worse, something bad happened to her?

Orga wondered if he should have gone with Arabella despite her insistence on handling things alone.

And then there was Blaze. Despite all his efforts to save him, Blaze's breathing remained shallow and troubled. Orga couldn't help but wonder if Blaze would ever awaken from his coma.

Orga had enlisted a team of magical medical experts to care for Blaze. They worked tirelessly to determine the cause of his condition, but even they were baffled. They'd run every conceivable test, yet nothing seemed to h