Inside the medical room, Adalen lay unconscious, his face pale and drenched in cold sweat.
His brows were furrowed, as if he were trapped in a nightmare.
Standing beside him were two people—a man and a woman.
The man was short, with a slightly protruding belly, and dressed in a white robe.
His hair had turned completely white, as if time itself had drained its color. He wore glasses, but his left eye—once brown—had turned gray, a sign of partial blindness.
Across from him stood a strikingly beautiful woman.
Tall and slender, she had a voluptuous figure, with a full chest and curvy hips. She wore a light blue dress that accentuated her calm, graceful, yet captivating aura.
Her pink hair was styled in a braided crown that suited her appearance perfectly, and her golden-yellow eyes shone with an enchanting light.
Despite being over forty, she looked no older than a woman in her twenties.
This woman was Clarisse Everlain—Ragan's third wife and the mother of Adalen and Seira.
