Chapter 191
Roughly thirty minutes earlier, Grey teetered on the brink of death.
Vanica and Arthur had rushed him away from the battlefield, dragging his bleeding form toward the edge of the cavern, a jagged platform just seven meters away from the heart of the chaos.
The clash behind them echoed like a war drum—roars, explosions, the cries of fury and pain—all distant yet deafening.
They had considered entering the treasure room, but the traps embedded within its walls had made that impossible.
With desperation etched across her face, Vanica's hands glowed with a brilliant white light.
"Can you do anything?" Arthur asked, his voice tight as his eyes darted to the gaping hole in Grey's abdomen. Grey's skin had already begun losing its color, turning sickly pale.
"I can try," Vanica muttered. She pressed both glowing palms against Grey's stomach, her jaw clenched as sweat beaded and dripped down her brow. "Shit. The wound… it's too deep."
