Where Is My Food?

Upon hearing the disheartening news, Desmond found himself with no alternative but to undergo the prescribed treatment for a grueling ten days. However, despite the collective efforts of the healers, the desired outcome remained elusive.

The lead healer bowed apologetically before addressing Desmond. "I apologize, young master. It appears that your hands require the expertise of a Master Wizard or Witch. The issue delves into the realms of time and dimension, necessitating the intervention of a Master who has mastered healing and dimensional spells."

The assembled Wizards and Witches regarded Desmond with a mixture of concern and worry. Never did they envision that the son of a revered Master Witch would venture so recklessly into peril, endangering himself and nearly succumbing to disability.

Thankfully, Desmond's lineage afforded him a lifeline, as hiring a Master Wizard or Witch would have been nearly impossible given the prevailing circumstances.