(POV: Eirlys Arcwright)
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"Is he okay?" Eirlys asked, as she stared at Caspian lying unconscious on his bed.
"Yes, he'll be fine," the healer replied gently, packing her tools.
"He just needs rest."
"Thanks," Eirlys said curtly.
"No, it's my duty," the healer responded before leaving the room.
Now, only Eirlys and Caspian remained.
Eirlys stood by the bedside, arms crossed, her sharp blue eyes fixed on her younger brother's face.
'What happened to him?' she thought.
Her mind replayed the events from the dungeon.
He's using powers I've never seen before.
She shifted her gaze to his hand, recalling the way that crimson sword had materialized as though it were part of him.
The image sent a shiver down her spine.
'Now that I think about it, this isn't the first ti I've felt sothing was... off.'
Eirlys frowned, her thoughts deepening.
In the past month, Caspian has been acting so differently from the boy I knew. At first, I thought it was good—he was training, focused, and determined. But now...
She paced in the room slowly.
On second thought, can a person really change that much in such a short amount of ti?
And not just his attitude.
There's that strange sword...
Her mind wandered to the mont she first saw it, glowing with a dangerous crimson hue, practically radiating with malice.
'Where did he even get such a thing?' Eirlys clenched her fists.
And how is it embedded in his body? I've never seen or heard of anything like it before.
She leaned against the wall, her eyes narrowing.
And then there's that power he used—the way those monsters vanished, like they were erased from existence.
That wasn't magic.
It wasn't skill.
It was sothing else entirely.
She bit her lip, frustration bubbling inside her.
It's impossible for a nine-year-old child to wield such a sword, let alone possess such power.
He's not just changing—he's ...
Suddenly, a realization struck Eirlys like a thunderbolt.
Her breath hitched, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"No… this can't be," she muttered.
Her hands trembled as she pressed them to her temples, her thoughts racing faster than she could keep up.
"That's not possible…" she whispered, her words shaky, like she was trying to convince herself of a lie.
But the pieces were coming together in her mind, and the picture they painted was horrifying.
She took a step back, away from Caspian's bed, as though the distance would help her make sense of the storm brewing in her head.
Her instincts scread at her to act, to confirm the truth before her worst fears solidified.
Tick-tick-tick!
In a rush, she pulled her phone from her pocket, her fingers fumbling as she dialed a number.
Beep! —Beep!
The line rang twice before a voice answered, calm and casual.
"Hello?"
"Luna," Eirlys said. "Are you free right now?"
There was a pause on the other end.
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