The room was completely dark. Not even the sun's rays could filter through the thick curtains. In the center, a large bed dominated the space, and on it lay an older man, motionless, his eyes closed and his breathing barely perceptible.
Standing silently beside the bed, Adam's expression was grim as he looked at the state his father was in, who had returned from the capital after being summoned by the king... only to fall into this condition shortly after.
A little over a week had passed since Zephyr's arrival. Multiple doctors had been called in, all with the same verdict: unknown illness.
The same diagnosis as in his past life.
Adam looked down at his father's emaciated face, and a memory flashed through his mind without warning.
A firm hand correcting his posture when he was just a child.
"Feet first, Adam."
The voice was deep and patient.
The memory vanished as quickly as the warmth left the body now lying in front of him.
