The battlefield had fractured into layers of chaos, yet at its very center, the clash between overwhelming power and desperate resistance continued to intensify, drawing in everything around it like a storm that refused to settle. Henrietta lay where she had fallen, her body still trembling faintly from the impact of Ken's attack, the burns across her form severe and unforgiving, her breathing shallow as she fought to remain conscious.
Selene was already beside her, her hands steady despite the urgency as she worked quickly, focusing on stabilizing her condition, her expression tight with concentration as she pushed aside everything else happening around them.
"Stay with me," Selene said firmly, her voice low but unwavering as she pressed her hand gently against Henrietta's shoulder. "Don't you dare pass out now."
Henrietta let out a weak breath, her lips parting slightly as she tried to respond, though the pain made even that difficult.
