Elian's POV
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"Someone attend to this man quickly!" Kyren led the way, telekinetically bursting through a door leading into one of the palace's high-tech infirmaries.
Floating beside the Rogue King was a flatbed. And lying on said bed was Lucian—who was in bad shape for lack of a better term.
Elian trailed behind Kyren anxiously, his limbs shaking with dread as he stared at his helpless mate.
Lucian's clothes were badly scorched, leaving his chest bare and his forehead blackened with ash. Blood trickled from his forehead and the burnt spot on his chest but Kyren kept him stable, hovering his fingers over his body and infusing him with healing magic.
"C–Can't you just heal him completely?" Elian questioned shakily right when a woman, dressed in a dark red lab coat, rushed toward them from the other end of the room.
The place was lit up with white crystal lights hung on the ceiling, unlike the usual red lightning found in most parts of the palace.
