A thick crowd had gathered around the arena, the air filled with murmurs of uncertainty and anxiety. Everyone wanted to know the fate of the dark Fae prince, Aldric. The tension was palpable, but the guards kept the crowd at bay, allowing only members of the royal family near.
Prince Theodore knelt beside his brother, sweat beading his forehead as he tried to channel more healing magic. His hands glowed a brilliant green, but there was no change.
"He's not responding!" Theodore's voice wavered, a rare fear darkening his eyes. The burn wounds on Aldric's body had healed, but the prince showed no signs of waking.
King Oberon stood nearby, his face pale with despair as realization dawned. His son, Aldric, wasn't just unconscious—he was gone.