A Calculated Gamble
Amidst the billowing smoke that escaped from the chimney of the humble hut, a palpable sense of urgency permeated the surroundings.
Elis took her place inside the hut before the furnace, diligently brewing the last remaining medicine stock. It was the same remedies provided by the healer who had treated Clara back in Gerhard's castle just before their hard journey to Gantz had begun.
Lying upon a makeshift bed, the knightess's condition continued to deteriorate, casting a shadow of concern over the group. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead, and her eyes remained tightly shut, locked in a valiant struggle against the relentless ailment that had taken hold.
This arduous battle had persisted for the past three days, draining her strength and testing the resolve of those gathered around her.