Chapter 102 The Desperate Journey

• Rex stood rigidly by the bedside, his dark gaze locked in absolute, paralyzing terror upon Luna's increasingly ashen face.
• "How is she?" his voice was entirely stripped of its usual commanding resonance, reduced to a desperate, hoarse rasp.
• The physician sighed heavily, his fingers pressed delicately to the fragile skin of Luna's wrist. Her pulse was terrifyingly faint, fluttering exactly as if it might vanish into the cold air at any given moment. "Sir, Mrs. Lyra's heartbeat is growing dangerously weak."