"Your Highness, please wake up! You cannot leave us!"
The three attendants walled, their faces wet with tears.
Mixandrei had already awoken and was using her vital energy to treat Minotaur's injuries. Isaac, meanwhile, examined Flame's condition.
"How did we survive?" Flame asked, dazed as he took in his surroundings. Then he saw Minotaur's grave injuries and rushed to her side, his tears streaming freely.
Minotaur was in a critical state. Half of her body was blasted open, her face pale. If she wasn‘t treated quickly, she would either die or suffer permanent damage to her foundation, likely capping her at a specific phase for the rest of her life.
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