Chapter 98: Traitorous Ministers, Wiped Out Root and Branch

With the final glyph drawn, Luke Santee's body jolted. His eyes flickered-clear one moment, clouded the next-as he struggled more and more visibly. Diego Santee kept a grave face, his palm slick with sweat. At heart, Luke's long-standing stupor stemmed from an attack that had left blood vessels blocked and nerves damaged. Over the years, trying to clear those blockages had been grueling, almost impossible to resolve. Unless Diego could gather five rare medicinal herbs and simmer the Fiver Broth,...