Chapter 847

During the entire ordeal, Andrew had been holding himself together, refusing to show even a hint of weakness. He knew the stakes—any sign of vulnerability would have been the opening the demon needed to end him. Now, with the danger behind him, his body finally allowed itself to acknowledge the toll. The exhaustion hit him like a tidal wave. Hannah noticed immediately. She hurried to his side, steadying him gently. The worry on her face was evident, replacing any relief she might have felt earlier. "Andrew, are you okay? What can I do to help?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with concern. Andrew gave a faint wave of his hand, signaling her not to worry. "I'm fine. I just need a moment to rest." Reaching into his bag, he pulled out two pills and swallowed them before sitting cross-legged on the ground. Closing his eyes, he began regulating his breathing, letting the restorative effects of the pills take hold. As Andrew entered a meditative state, the sound of