The Chain That Holds the Beast

"Mordred could hold on for half a day at most, and we need to leave time for Morgan to treat him. We don't have much time."

Merlin sighed inwardly, his eyes filled with pity and regret as he looked at his student.

Leon's face was full of anxiety as he hurriedly asked, "How much time do we have left?"

"At most, two hours. We have to get His Highness there by then! But we're still in Egypt, so far from Britain, and there's a whole fleet of enemy ships blocking our way..."

Merlin laid out their current predicament, reminding Leon of what needed to be done most urgently.

He looked at the figure floating, supported by flower petals...