The Drowned King, waving off the blood on his harpoon, was immediately met afterwards with a newly recovered Jungle Lord.
CLANG!
While Viesta tried to nurse Emilio's fatal wound and tried to stop the bleeding, but... to no avail.
Viesta quickly tore off Emilio's cloak from his shoulders and wrapped it around his abdomen tightly, trying her best to seal the gaping hole in his gut with a serious expression.
She couldn't crumble in fear here, not when she was still healthy and Emilio was in need of her help! They had already lost one; she couldn't lose another!
Viesta glanced at the door, gazing at it with a gloomy expression as she bit her lower lip.
From what she had gathered, only the Drowned King had access to open or close this door; most likely, with his death, it would open on its own.
But what then, what if they somehow won? They would still have to face the countless dozens or even hundreds of undead pirates outside...!
Was this... A trap? Did Lillian set them up?
