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The infirmary air was thick with tension. Clive sat rigid, his petrified arm aching, eyes fixed on the bed across the room where Joshua lay pale and still. The memory of the sea battle with Barnabas faded, replaced by the visceral horror of seeing his brother’s crimson-streaked form. Tarja had taken him in, promising aid, but Clive’s gaze never wavered from Joshua’s chest, searching for the faintest rise of breath. He couldn’t lose him again. The oath he swore to protect the Phoenix’s Dominant hung heavy in the silent room, a vow that felt increasingly fragile against the stillness of the boy who had once been his sun.