Chapter 92

Chapter 92

The morning atmosphere in Blackmoon's healer center pack was peaceful and calm. Soft sunlight streamed in through the half-open windows, creating dancing shadows on the wooden floor. The cool air carried the distinctive scent of herbs, mixing with the gurgling water from the small pond outside, providing a cozy atmosphere.

In the room, Luke lay on a bed, his body looking weak but gradually improving. The past few days had been an uphill battle for him. The wounds that almost took his life were still clearly visible, although the poison circulating in his body was starting to fade thanks to Ken's antidote. Every breath he took was still heavy, but there was relief in his eyes.

Beside him, Rebecca sat lovingly. Her face was a little pale from lack of sleep, but her eyes never left Luke. She seemed loyal and caring, always making sure Luke received the best care. Gently, she spooned food from a wooden bowl and fed her husband who was still too weak to move on his own.

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