Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Throughout the journey, everyone was genuinely on edge.

Lawrence's high fever refused to subside. The military physician, who carried a portable stove and medicine packs, prepared and administered fever-reducing and decontaminating potions to little effect.

Sebastian's pills had minimal impact, though they were somewhat more effective than the decoctions.

Lawrence would occasionally regain consciousness. Each time, he would ask, "Is this our territory?"

Upon receiving confirmation, he would force a weak smile before slipping back into unconsciousness.

The military physician explained that persistent high fever could impair brain function, and memory loss was a normal consequence.

Eventually, Rafael decided to have Dylan lead his horse alongside the carriage, and he joined Lawrence inside.

Even when Lawrence was semi-conscious, Rafael would gently hold his hand and talk to him. He would describe the beauty of the Southern Frontier, update him on his family's situation, and reassure him that his wife was on her way and that they would soon be reunited. Every time Rafael spoke of these things, Lawrence's breathing would become more even. He would open his eyes slightly, his gaze gaining a hint of life, no longer as vacant and hollow.

He was truly clinging to life, fighting with every ounce of his strength.

When they were about twenty miles from Westglade's inn, they had no choice but to halt. Lawrence's breaths had become faint, with more exhalations than inhalations.

"I can't do anything else. All the medicines we have are used up, and I've administered acupuncture treatment multiple times. I've done it twice today and can't do

Septimus Tetra reconnaissance team members stood together in heavy sorrow, their faces etched with grief. They didn't even dare lift the carriage curtain to look at Lawrence. Seeing him so thin and covered in injuries pained them deeply. Rafael glanced at Everett, seeking

an hour. Lawrence will be beyond saving if we don't, or if Sebastian isn't there when we arrive."

to significantly increase our speed to cover twenty miles in an hour. Can he endure

fell silent.

forgiving if it were smoother However, the Southern

The carriage itself was a concern, as it might

potholes

were to overturn, it would be nearly impossible for Lawrence to

After some thought, Everett

"Why don't we

to protect his heart, have two men lie

elet

use their inner force to absorb the jolts from the ride as much as possible.

Everyone stepped forward.

"I'll lie underneath him."

at them, noting their injuries and