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.

options, and he looked at Rafael with a desperate expression. "I can't do anything else. All the medicines we have are used up,

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

station within an hour. Lawrence will be beyond saving if we don't, or if Sebastian isn't there when we arrive." Rafael nodded, his eyes filled with sorrow. "I understand. Even if we make it to the relay station and Sebastian is there,

miles in an hour. Can he endure that? The risk

fell silent. The road

if it were smoother However, the Southern Frontier had endured war.

was a concern, as it might overturn

with potholes

to survive. Riding a horse with him wasn't an option either-they would

After some thought, Everett

"Why don't we

two men lie down in the carriage first, then lay

elet

will need to use their inner force to absorb the

Everyone stepped forward.

"I'll lie underneath him."

injuries and fatigue, and