Back at Wyrmwood Academy!
The nurses and doctors inside the Wyrmwood advanced medical Wing all has a relieved expression. The neutralizing synthesis had work and now the first year rider cadets were starting to stir on their bed. The grey pallor was fading from their skin, replaced by the faint flush of returning blood flow.
Painful Groans voices and confusion sounded softer in the room as the nurses moved quickly to check on the pulse rates of the cadets who were already waking up.
Gwyn did not bother attending to any of the cadets. Her eyes were fixed on Reynold's bed. She was standing like a still statue beside his bed.
He was the only one who had not moved.
"His vitals are stable," Dr. Aris said, reading the monitor for the tenth time. He voice was filled with exhaustion. "His heart rate is strong. Brain activity is normal. The silver nitrite shell is holding the spores in dormancy."
