The sterile operating room buzzed with controlled chaos. The heart monitor beeped rhythmically, and the surgical team, dressed in their sterile attire, moved with precision. At the epicenter of it all lay Eleanor, Drake's sister, connected to machines and encircled by the surgical team."Why is that here?" he exclaimed, bewildered.Drake, anxiety gripping his heart, burst into the room, his eyes scanning the operating room. However, what drew his attention was the miniature temple, a holy, glowing structure that manifested when someone stood on the brink of death. His breath caught in his throat."Why? Why? I'm sure she survived before!" he muttered.Determined to uncover the reason, Drake pushed his way through the hospital staff. His gaze was riveted on a nurse standing near the surgical table. Her face was concealed by a mask and surgical gown, but her eyes were visible, and that was enough for Drake.In those eyes, he detected a familiar madness—the crazed, unrelenting gaze of Mer
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