It had been three whole days since death loosened its grip from the Archduke's chest.
Three days since Xion had foolishly blurted about his feelings.
Putting that aside, he was finally able to stand without falling. Well, mostly.
His legs still wobbled if he stood too quickly, and once in a while, a dizzy spell caught him off-guard.
But compared to how weak he'd been, barely able to hold his spoon, this was already a huge improvement.
More importantly, Darius was healing too.
Xion had never seen the Archduke like this. He looked so vivid and vibrant. Glowing, even.
And it wasn't just his imagination; Ray had noticed it as well. The Archduke's recovery was faster than anyone had predicted.
All because of one desperate gamble.
Xion had been ready to repeat the process over and over if needed, but it worked the first time.
