Under Revision

Sir Loki, the medical wizard from the Magic Tower, examined Raphael with intense focus. His brow furrowed as he studied the boy's condition, his fingers lightly touching key points on Raphael's small frame. A soft, bluish aura surrounded his hands as he concentrated.

Helena and Diana stood nearby, their anxiety palpable. Diana couldn't help but voice the question that hung heavily in the air. "Sir Loki, can you help him? Do you know what's happening to him?"

Sir Loki sighed deeply, his features etched with concern. "This is unlike any case I've encountered before," he admitted. "Young man," he addressed Raphael directly, "can you hear me?"

Raphael lay motionless, his breathing shallow, a thin sheen of perspiration on his forehead. There was no response.

"I fear," Sir Loki continued, "that he is in a state of deep magical shock. It's as though his magical essence has been drained, leaving him in this precarious condition."