Meanwhile, at the island, Rhea lay motionless. Zeenare paced around her, while Ravira stood by her unconscious side, checking her core.
"What is wrong with her?" Zeenare paced around, his unease etched on his face.
"Your Majexric, she's fine. She's simply sleeping," she reported, stepping away from Rhea.
"Sleeping? It's been seven days already!" He stretched his hand toward Rhea, gesturing at her predicament.
This isn't the curse acting up. She's too peaceful for that, he thought.
"Master, I think you should give her more time. Like you said, it happened after she touched the picture," Ravira stated, adjusting her glasses.
"Time to never wake up, you mean?" Zeenare flashed her a sharp gaze.
Then he continued, "Prepare the pool."
"Yes." Ravira dashed out.
Zeenare stalked toward Rhea, took her limp hand bringing her hand to his forehead, his eyes tightly closed. "I don't know what you're going through right now, but I hope you are not suffering."
