Soon, he stood before the tall, multi-tiered building etched in glowing gold glyphs, with clear quartz windows and an eerie, white radiance hovering around its entrance.
He walked in.
A white-robed attendant took one look at Mia's condition and called in a specialist immediately. She was rushed into a crystal ward, surrounded by soft light and enchanted tools.
Ethan stood silently as the top-tier healer—a man with glowing blue eyes and floating golden runes orbiting his wrists—finished his diagnosis.
"Internal organ trauma. Mana burn. Spiritual backlash. Energy channels fragmented."
The healer looked at Ethan with a frown.
"She forced a forbidden technique. Her core's on the verge of collapse. If we don't treat this, she won't even be able to channel essence again. Ever."
Ethan didn't flinch.
"How much?"
The healer looked at the crystal tablet and spoke calmly.
"Two hundred and twenty thousand Gold Crowns."
Ethan's eyes narrowed, but his face remained unreadable.
