"Mom, how's Lucien?" Emma asked anxiously. "He's still unconscious," Amara replied, her tone grave. "The attack hasn't begun yet." When Lucien had been a child, every episode started the same way—with a long, silent coma before the pain began. "I'm going in to see him," Emma said and hurried toward the chamber. The grand and lavish bedchamber was eerily quiet. The moment she saw the motionless figure lying on the bed, Emma's steps faltered. Her heart clenched as though gripped by an invisible hand. Lucien lay perfectly still, his skin so pale it was nearly translucent. The gentle, twinkling eyes that always held a trace of warmth were now closed, his long lashes casting fragile shadows on his cheeks. "Ms. Tibarn, you came," the attending physician said, quickly stepping aside to make room for her at the bedside. Emma approached slowly, each step heavy with dread. Kneeling beside him, she reached out a trembling hand and brushed her fingers across his cold face. He was fine when we left the Pantheon Battlefield. How could he end up like this so suddenly? Without hesitation, she pulled open her storage band and took out every Beast God's fruit and high-grade medicine she owned. "Doctor, please—can any of these help him?" The doctor's eyes widened at the sight of the glowing fruits. Beast God's fruit—impossible to find even one on Central Planet, and Aurelia had already used its only one for Prince Lucien. Yet Ms. Tibarn somehow had several. But too bad… He shook his head slowly. "Ms. Tibarn, these are extraordinary medicines, but none of them will work. His Highness must endure this on his own." None of them work? Emma looked at Lucien and asked, "How certain are you that he can make it through on his own?" The doctor bowed his head in shame. "I can't guarantee anything. He's already at Rank 11—the stronger he is, the worse the backlash. I'm afraid he might not…" He didn't finish, but Emma understood. There has to be another way. There must be. I won't let him die. She stood and fixed the doctor with a determined gaze. "Tell me—aside from letting him endure it himself, is there any other method?" Amara and Silas both turned to the doctor as well. The man hesitated for several seconds before finally speaking. "There is… but it's impossible to carry out." "Tell me anyway," Emma pressed. "Whether it's possible or not, I need to know." The doctor took a breath. "If we could bring His Highness to Beast God Mountain, the Beast God themself might be able to heal him." He glanced at Lucien as he continued, "But there isn't enough time to travel there. Besides, His Highness went once as a child—the Beast God refused to intervene then." Emma's eyes narrowed. "Is there any other way?" The doctor remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together. Finally, he looked toward Amara, who sighed in response. "There is another method, but it's even less possible." "What could be harder than reaching Beast God Mountain?" Emma demanded. Silas exhaled heavily. Seeing Amara's troubled expression, he stepped in. "The doctor's talking about a blood replacement—transfusion therapy." He turned to the physician. "Am I right?" The doctor nodded. "Yes." Emma frowned in confusion. "A transfusion? That's not difficult." Interstellar medicine was advanced—blood replacement was routine, every hospital well-stocked. But Amara shook her head weakly. "Not a normal transfusion. Lucien doesn't need ordinary blood—he needs human blood. Our kind, the Aurelians, have a gift called Pyreborn. If his blood merges with human blood, he can undergo rebirth and survive." Silas clenched his fists at her words. If I'd known Lucien had this illness, I'd never have let Emy bond with him. A full transfusion like that would take an enormous amount of blood. It would kill her. The doctor added quietly, "But there is only one human female on Central Planet. Since His Highness is not her mate, he cannot use her blood—unless…" He trailed off, unable to finish.Unless His Highness and Ms. Tibarn dissolve their bond and bond with Ms. Dahlia Lane. But even if that's possible, there's no guarantee Ms. Lane would agree—such a transfusion would require a great deal of blood. Amara's voice trembled as she said softly, "Emma, whether Lucien survives now depends entirely on his own fate." She had never once considered asking Dahlia to save him. She knew her son too well—Lucien would never agree to that.