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Chapter 7

Lysander led Orion and Madam Tyler through the bustling medical facility, the air thick with the scent of herbs and healing balms. He navigated the crowded room with practiced ease, his face a mask of professional detachment, though Orion could sense the underlying tension in his posture.

They reached a small, private room at the back of the facility, the space sparsely furnished with a simple bed, a small table, and a chair. The woman lay in the bed, her face pale but peaceful, her breathing steady and even.

"Her fever has broken," Lysander said, his voice low, "and her vital signs are stable. She's still unconscious, but she seems to be resting comfortably."

Madam Tyler approached the bed cautiously, her eyes scanning the woman's body with a practiced gaze. She reached out a gentle hand and lifted the blanket, revealing the bandages that covered her wounds.

"The cuts seem to be healing nicely," Lysander said, his voice matter-of-fact, "but they were deep. Someone knew what they were doing."

Madam Tyler nodded, her expression grim. She reached into her satchel and pulled out a small pouch, from which she extracted a handful of dried herbs and a string of beads. She began to murmur a soft incantation, her voice low and melodic, her fingers tracing the beads.

Orion watched her, his brow furrowed in curiosity. He had seen Madam Tyler perform rituals before, but this felt different, more…intense.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Madam Tyler glanced at him, her eyes filled with a strange mixture of focus and concern. "I'm trying to ascertain if the black magic was successful," she said, her voice low and serious. "To see if whatever they were trying to do to her…took hold."

Orion's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't realized that Madam Tyler possessed the ability to detect the presence of black magic. He knew she was a powerful priestess, but he hadn't understood the full extent of her powers.

"You can do that?" he asked, his voice filled with awe.

Madam Tyler shot him a warning look, her eyes telling him to be quiet. "Hush, Orion," she said, her voice firm. "I need to concentrate."

She closed her eyes and resumed her incantation, her voice growing louder, more rhythmic. The air in the room seemed to shimmer with an unseen energy, a faint hum vibrating through the space.

She began to sprinkle the dried herbs over the woman's wounds, her fingers moving with a delicate precision. The scent of the herbs filled the air, a pungent aroma that mingled with the antiseptic smell of the facility.

As she worked, Madam Tyler's expression grew more and more intense, her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips moving in silent prayer. Orion watched her, his heart pounding in his chest, a sense of unease settling over him.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Madam Tyler stopped chanting, her body slumping slightly, as if she had expended a great deal of energy. She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Orion's.

"Well?" he asked, his voice filled with anticipation. "What did you find?"

Madam Tyler sighed, her expression troubled. "It wasn't successful," she said, her voice low and grave. "Whatever ritual they were trying to perform…it didn't take."

Orion frowned, his mind racing. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or concerned. On the one hand, it was good to know that the woman hadn't been successfully subjected to dark magic. On the other hand, the fact that someone had tried to perform such a ritual on her was deeply disturbing.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice filled with confusion. "What went wrong?"

Madam Tyler shook her head, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "I don't know for sure," she said. "Perhaps something went wrong during the ritual. Perhaps the person performing it wasn't skilled enough. Or perhaps…she herself possessed some kind of resistance to dark magic."

"Is that a good thing?" Orion asked her.

"It is but we still need to keep an eye on her. Black magic can be unpredictable and I don't know for sure what kind of ritual they were trying to carry out on her. We have no idea if it was one that had to do with possession or something more and I know little about black magic." She said to him.

Orion nodded. "Well…we can try to find out more." He said.

"How?" Madam Tyler asked but it was gonna who answered.

"Tobias."

Madam Tyler laughed. "Y'all are going to give that boy a headache."

Ronan laughed. "He loves it."

"That, he does."

"We are not going to let anything happen to her at least not until we can get information from her." Orion said to madam Tyler who nodded.

"How long before she wakes up?" Orion asked Lysander.

Lysander shrugged. "Given the state of her injuries…I'm not sure. It could be any day. Days, or even weeks. She lost a lot of blood."

Orion hummed in deep thought. "You can't make it shorter?" He asked Lysander.

"He is a doctor not a miracle worker." Madam Tyler said with a gasp.

Ronan laughed. "Pretty sure to Orion those words are synonymous."

"Can't blame me. They call him the miracle worker." Orion said pointing at Lysander who just shook his head.

"I'll try my best." Lysander said to him.

Madam Tyler shook her head as she walked out of the facility.

"Send word if she wakes okay?" Orion said to him.

"I'll be sure to do that. Now can you please go so I can continue my work in peace?" Lysander asked him with a glare.

"Ooh, grumpy Lysander has appeared." Orion laughed.

But he walked out of the facility and was about to head to his room to get some sleep when Ronan dragged him back with his cloak.

"And where do you think you're going?" Ronan asked him.

"Where does it look like I'm going?"

"I'm sure it's not to your room when you have a massive pile of documents to go over in the office right?" Ronan asked him.

"Um.." Orion said to him. "Can I use the toilet first?"

Ronan gave him the stink eye as he dragged Orion across the pack to the office where there was a mountain pile of documents for him to go through.

"How is it so much?" Orion asked with a sigh.

"Someone forgot his pack is evolving and that there are many things to put in place." Ronan said.

He released a sigh. "Go through this shit Orion. I'm tired of these things increasing everyday."

Orion whined. "But you are better at this than me."

Ronan gave him a wide smile that made Orion shudder from how creepy he looked.

"And that's why everything on the table are the documents that need your approval. The deadline is today." Ronan said as he locked the door.

Orion turned to the documents and swallowed audibly.

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