Iver did not interrupt Isabel. Instead, he quietly listened to the information she had brought.
After forcing herself to stay awake and telling him everything she had seen in meticulous detail, Isabel finally let out a breath of relief, collapsed, and fell unconscious. Iver, meanwhile, picked her up like a true father.
He let her sit on his lap, patted her back, and said softly, "You've worked hard, Lu Lu.
"Leave the rest to me."
Using his chin and throat, he felt the terrifying heat radiating from Daya's forehead. Even though it was hot enough to burn him, he did not let go. Iver knew that Isabel's suffering was surely far worse than what he was experiencing now.
Earlier, just from feeling Daya's body tremble uncontrollably and seeing the dazed look in her eyes, he had known that Lu Lu's body and will had already reached their limits.
Her body was wrapped in waves of heat, as though she had stepped outside on a summer day. Iver could feel the edges of his clothes growing hot beneath the scorching air.
And that sensation was all too familiar to Iver.
It was exactly the same as when Yulia fell ill as a child.
It was not a fever in the usual sense. Rather, her body was gradually breaking apart beneath the searing heat, like glass cracking and shattering into a spiderweb pattern under high temperatures. A young body could easily be unable to withstand the power of a Phantom Demon.
Children often could not bear this pain and would cry and make a scene. If they did, once they tried to "vent" their emotions, the Phantom Demon's power would seep through the cracks. It would not only cause enormous destruction around them but also damage their own bodies.
At times like