She forgot to breathe.
She didn't blink.
Her mind, somehow, still worked.
Lars was going to be captured if she didn't act now.
She clenched her fists. "Don't get captured! I'll heal Alan. Just cover me!"
Before she could lose her nerve, she ran for the syringe.
The Cursed Spirit's three heads turned, following her every motion.
She grabbed the syringe, but the moment her fingers touched it, danger surged through her senses.
She tried to chant a Mana Wall.
'It'll work this time. I can save them—'
But the spell failed.
A deep gash opened from her shoulder to her waist, and she was thrown across the room.
Pain filled her mind.
She couldn't scream properly, only gasp.
Another attack came.
She barely managed to roll aside.
The syringe was still in her hand, gripped so tight her knuckles turned white.
"Where are you looking at!" Lars shouted.
He grabbed the Cursed Spirit he was seeing and pushed back with all his strength.
