[Third Person].
Evening settled over the Oatrun Estate with a quiet heaviness.
Not long after dusk, Elder Randall returned and immediately sent word for Draven, Dennis, Oscar Elrod, and Beta Jeffery Allen to meet him in his private study.
The room was solemn when they gathered.
Randall stood near the desk, hands clasped behind his back, his expression grave. The moment the door closed, he spoke.
"King Alderic has not regained consciousness," he said without preamble. "The physician advises we give it three days."
A short silence followed.
"The relapse," Randall continued, "is due to the poison. Whatever was used back then never truly left his system."
Dennis's jaw tightened. "Whoever did it was vicious," he said coldly. "That poison crippled him permanently. He has never fully recovered since."
Randall's gaze shifted slowly and deliberately until it landed on Draven. "Given Alderic's condition," he said, "you must prepare to take the throne within three months."
