Arlon was standing in a room.
In front of him was the bed Asef was sleeping in.
It was the next day.
He hadn't woken up yet, and Arlon knew that he wouldn't soon.
He had seen this before.
Asef's mother came in through the door. Behind her was the village chief.
"Do you know why my son is in this state?" the mother asked.
"Sigh... I am not sure. You know that I am only an eighth-generation priest. My powers to detect sickness or heal them are not that strong," the chief answered.
"I know, but I am okay with anything. Please..."
"Don't worry, I am going to do my best." And the chief started chanting some kind of spell.
Something that looked like holy power came from his hand and covered Asef.
But the next second, the power embracing Asef broke like glass.
The priest fell on his back with slight pain.
"What is this!" He was confused. "Something prevented my mana from entering his body."
Then, his eyes opened wide as if this reminded him of something important.
