Chapter 4: The HuntScene I — The Silent CaretakerA girl with sapphire-blue eyes watched over him, her gaze at a storm of tangled emotions. She traced the details of the poor boy’s battered face—the swollen, blood-cracked lips; the dirt-streaked cheeks; the raw, gaping wound across his ribs.Without a word, she pulled a high-grade healing potion from her pouch. The violet liquid shimmered inside, swirling like captured starlight. She hesitated for a moment, then—with a soft sigh—uncorked the vial and poured the potion gently over his wounds. His flesh began to knit, but his body was too weak. Determination rose in