"Shannon, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Oberon quickly picked up Shannon, only to see her face as pale as northern ice, and her eyes tightly closed. The wet tears at the corners of his eyes slowly trickled down his cheeks. "Wake up, Shannon."
He carefully placed Shannon on the bed and knelt down beside her to check on her condition. He was shocked to see that her breathing had become very weak, and her heartbeat was faint.
He jumped up from the bed in a hurry, ran to the door, opened it and shouted, "Someone! Please, help!"
The dual mage wanted to materialize his essence to amplify his voice, so that the sound could spread over a distance of more than ten miles, but he couldn't. Instead, a violent fluctuation got hold of his head as if a Banshee was screaming inside it.
But he endured the headache, and kept shouting. "Someone, please come, please..."
