“At once.”

Morvane bowed and slipped an arm beneath Luther’s, guiding him out. Their retreating footsteps echoed faintly, urgency softened by a fragile hope.

Elder Gloam turned his gaze back to Jared.

“Young Jared, I sense injuries within you as well. If you do not object, remain in Nether City and heal.”

The offer carried the tone of a seasoned physician who already understood the diagnosis.

“The nether aura here is unusually dense,” he added. “It may resonate with the rare power inside you. Consider it an unexpected blessing.”

A faint smile brushed across the elder’s ancient face before fading.