"Haaah..."
Taking a deep breath, Frey tried to steady his consciousness ... Struggling to stay awake after the brutal, blood-soaked battle he had just fought.
Leaning heavily against the shattered wall,
Desperately trying to reattach his severed arm ... He barely managed to keep himself from collapsing.
Given his condition ..
A surprised Uriel Platini approached him,
Staring in disbelief at the sorry state he had driven himself into.
"I didn't think you were this insane, Frey Starlight."
With a dazed, weakened gaze ...
Frey barely recognized her.
"What… are you doing here?"
Uriel took his severed right hand and began working to reattach it herself.
"Why are you pushing yourself this far?
Is this tournament really worth all of this?"
"Leave, Uriel... Everyone's watching."
Frey muttered, forcing a bitter smile.
Uriel—
The Saintess candidate— Simply smiled back.
She hadn't expected him to be worried about her even in a state like this.
"Look at you…"
