Rebirth of the Prime Dragon Master novel Chapter 495

The wind caressed the grass gently like the touch of silk on the skin. The sky was bright with the morning sun, not too harsh but not too cold either. It was a perfect day in the Deity Unicorn Valley. It was a complete contrast to the palpable tension that escalated by the minute in the Crimson Dragon Army's camp.

Inside the temporarily-built beast stable, Lance paced restlessly. He looked anxiously at Silver Wind whose injuries were gradually getting worse since it arrived. Its health deteriorated in every breath it took while the beast curer of the army was too dim-witted to heal it.

"Where are the beast curers of the main camp? Shouldn't they have arrived by now?" Lance asked the guard furiously as he passed that corner of the stable for probably the fiftieth time on that day.

"They are on the way," the guard answered hesitantly. He cowered away from Lance's restless movements, afraid he would anger him if he gave the same answer to his repetitive questions.

Lance didn't notice his guard's reactions, of course. He was too preoccupied with Silver Wind's condition, worried it could die at any moment. It was his daughter's beloved spirit-manipulated beast. His daughter's condition was already grim; if something happened to her precious beast, it could be detrimental to her. The last thing he wanted for her was to suffer more.

Soon, a commotion sounded from outside. Three people were rushed in, escorted by several guards. Before the guard even announced their presence, he was on his feet.

"Commander in Chief, the three beast curers of the main camp have arrived."

"Commander in Chief..." The three beast curers went to Lance and bowed in homage.

"Enough of this courtesy. Go and check the injuries of Silver Wind," Lance immediately ordered them.

The three beast curers surrounded the dying Silver Wind and scrutinized its injuries. They looked at each other and shook their heads in resignation. However, they all looked reluctant to tell Lance their diagnosis.

"How is it?" Lance asked. He glared at the three beast curers who were as useful as a bag of rocks. They were just standing around when he expected them to be healing Silver Wind.

"Commander in Chief, all the organs of Silver Wind have been damaged. Its heart, its arteries, and its veins have all been torn into tiny fragments. I'm afraid..." One of the curers started talking but trailed off as Lance's face darkened with every word he uttered.

He glared at the useless curers until they could not help but fidget in their places. He didn't expect anything from the three beast curers and their poor medical skills. He needed Sheridan to save Silver Wind but he was in the camp in Evian City. It would take him at least two days to come but Silver Wind would probably be dead by then.

"Do what you must to keep it alive. Or else!" Lance pinned them with a stern glare. He hoped he could scare them to produce good results and thus, good news.

The three beast curers managed to nod before they scurried away. He would follow them and glare at them for all the hours it took if he thought that would produce better results. However, he stopped short when a soldier called his attention.

"Commander in Chief, Deputy Commander in Chief has awakened."

"She has awakened?" Lance's eyes widened at the news. His anger was promptly forgotten as he hastily went to see his precious daughter.

In one of the tents, Isis was half-sitting on the bed. The coma she had been under for the past two days left her pale and weak since she hadn't eaten anything yet.

"Come on, Commander, you have to eat something," the female guard urged. She had brought in some food for her earlier and had been intermittently urging her to eat since she woke up.

"No, thanks. I have no appetite. Where is my father?" Isis asked softly as she waved her hand dismissively.