The door pushed open with an ominous creak. The healer didn’t flinch, his hand remaining steady above my chest. The faint warmth of his magic faded as he pulled away, as if he already knew his time was up. The air shifted, weighed down by something heavier than just another visitor. My father. “Leave us.” His words weren’t a request. Without hesitation, the healer obeyed, his footsteps retreating swiftly down the corridor.
