Chapter 50 The First Rays Of Dawn

• The process was slow and meticulous, but little by little, Lazarus’ wounds began to heal. The tension that had marked his features gave way to an expression of relief. None of them knew the power Atticus had, and all were surprised.
• The night wore on, and the task of healing Lazarus continued. Sweat and effort combined as Atticus, Serenity, and their soldiers washed and wrapped the wounds, their skilled hands working in harmony with their knowledge of healing herbs.
• As the night stretched over the battle-scarred land, hours passed. The moon slid along its nighttime journey, and finally, Lazarus' wounds were all closed. He rose cautiously, testing his limbs with an expression of surprise. Distant howls echoed as reminders of simpler times. However, the present was relentless, forcing Atticus and Serenity to face challenges that would require more than sharp claws and teeth. They would have to forge alliances, confront the ghosts of the past, and, above all, believe in the strength of their allies to overcome the darkness threatening to consume their world.