Morticia quickly set to work, weaving a minor cleansing spell into a protective talisman to shield Gideon from the lingering, dark influence of the isles. As the subtle warmth of the magic washed over him, the heavy fog in his mind began to lift.
"I feel better now," Gideon murmured, his posture relaxing slightly as his strength started to return.
"Do not visit that place alone again," Morticia advised. "The ambient energy there is highly volatile. I will study this soil immediately and contact you the moment I uncover its properties."
"Thank you. I will be waiting for your findings," Gideon stated, fixing her with a sharp, commanding look. "Furthermore, do not discuss this matter with the Alpha King. Or anyone else, for that matter."
"Rest assured, Your Highness," Morticia replied with a reassuring nod. "Your secret remains safe with me."
