Sst!
Green light glowed. Illya appeared right beside him. She immediately caught Fyar's shoulder before the young man's face slammed into the ground.
Illya's hands trembled violently as she felt Fyar's neck and chest. Her face was deathly pale.
"Fyar? Oh my Fyar, are you okay?"
Fyar didn't answer. His eyes were half-open, staring blankly at the ground. His consciousness drifted in and out.
Illya's pupils shrank. Her breath hitched.
"Fyar? Fyar!!"
Illya pressed both palms against Fyar's stomach. Green light shone brightly from her fingers.
"Heal... heal... heal... heal..." Illya chanted the spell, her voice trembling with panic.
Footsteps thundered closer. Rasie and Zaefal sprinted toward them. Rasie's face was covered in sweat and dust.
"Oi, what's wrong with Purple Hair?!!" Rasie shouted.
Zaefal stopped two steps away. He stared intently at Fyar, who hung limply in Illya's embrace.
"Fyar?" Zaefal called out flatly, though his brows furrowed deeply.
