Chapter 61 From Fever Dreams To Beard Nightmares: A Mixarnt Special

• For two days, Mixarnt remained unconscious, feverish and still. Then, finally, his eyes fluttered opened on the 3rd day. His vision was blurry, light flooding in through the wooden window slats. A face came into focus—soft, gentle, framed by what he thought were silver strands.
• “Aelries…” he whispered weakly, his hand slowly rising to caress the cheek of the figure beside his bed.
• But as his vision sharpened, his hand froze.