Claude's eyes were bloodshot as tendrils of darkness surged around him, his demonic aura thickening like a storm cloud.
The oppressive energy forced every doctor and medical attendant in the room to their knees, their bodies trembling in terror, their faces pale with dread.
"Y-Yes, Your Majesty! We will heal her!" the lead doctor stammered, feeling as though his soul was being ripped from his body.
The rest of the staff echoed in unison, "YES, YOUR MAJESTY!"
They scrambled in a frenzy back to Dalia, leaving only Sun, Vulture, and William behind with the king.
Claude's breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling as if he were trying to suppress a volcano from erupting inside him.
"Your Majesty, she will be alright," William said gently.
"But you need to calm down. Your aura is overwhelming them. It'll be difficult for them to focus if this continues."
Claude ran a hand through his disheveled dark hair, his expression a storm of fury and fear.
