Yet, if the old king perished, he would undoubtedly follow him to the grave.
The old king had never known this.
No one did.
Now, Jareth's vision was turning black, his consciousness plummeting into the dark.
At this critical juncture, Jareth's mind oddly drifted to Lucia Beaumont.
Thank the heavens they had not yet been officially betrothed.
Otherwise, that poor girl would have faced terrible luck. Widowed right after returning to the capital.
"And she said she could save me..." Jareth's body slowly collapsed.
"Your Highness!"
Azure had just arrived at the doorway with Lucia when he saw this. His face went pale with terror, and he sprinted forward.
He thought he was fast, but a figure swept past him like the wind, beating him by two paces.
Lucia caught Jareth's head with one hand and swiftly slapped her other palm against his forehead.
"By the breath of the earth, bind!"
Instantly, the fading Purple Aura that had been drifting out of Serenity Palace reacted as if summoned, rushing back and coalescing.
It was as if time were reversing.
But Azure could not see it, and neither could anyone else.
He stood off to the side, frantic with anxiety, but he dared not interfere.
Jareth's body temperature had been dropping rapidly, freezing just moments before, but now he was slowly warming up.
Azure could clearly see this.
He could plainly observe the prince's ashen, darkened complexion gradually returning to normal, even showing a faint hint of color.
When they first entered, the prince's breathing had been imperceptible. Now, his chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm.
Even without seeing the magic, Azure knew that Lady Lucia had yanked his lord back from the brink of death!

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