Javien froze. His eyes locked onto Olivia's motionless body as she collapsed right in front of him. For a moment, everything went silent. The faint echoes of footsteps disappeared, and even Avelvion's voice felt distant. The damp, suffocating air of the basement seemed to stop moving. Javien didn't blink. He simply stared at her, unmoving, unbreathing, as if the world around him no longer existed.
"Olivia!"
Avelvion's voice shattered the silence as he rushed forward, panic written all over his face. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly.
"Hey! Wake up! What's wrong with you?!"
His voice trembled, sharper than usual, laced with something unfamiliar…fear. But Olivia didn't respond. Her body felt limp in his arms, too still. He gently tapped her pale cheek, his chest tightening at the sight of her weak, colorless face.
Javien watched quietly. Avelvion turned sharply toward him, only to find him still standing there, frozen.
"What are you doing?!" he snapped.
