"What are you doing?"
The Silver Weaver's cold voice rang out. There was no hint of pity in his eyes, despite the pain Lone Blaze was now experiencing.
"W-What?" Lone Blaze croaked, blood flowing from the corners of her mouth with each word.
The Silver Weaver narrowed his eyes.
"You can't handle a few energy flows? Weren't you once a proud artifact?"
She wanted to respond, but instead, another wave of pain ran through her body, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"GHA!"
"GHA!"
"GHA!"
Only after a few seconds did Lone Blaze come to her senses. She had a few moments of calm before the next energy flows reached her.
"Did you come here to help, or what?" Lone Blaze grimaced. "I don't fucking know what this energy is? I'm in fucking pain!"
However, there was no response from the Silver Weaver. He just looked down at her, his eyes filled with arrogance.
Lone Blaze was about to say something, but a new wave of pain prevented her from doing so.
