Rhys Blackwood didn't say anything. He simply walked over, silently grabbed her hand, felt it for a moment, found her temperature okay, and let go again.
"Let's go back."
His gaze swept over everyone, speaking coolly.
Luna Sutton was just about to ask why Kian Sterling still hadn't come out.
Suddenly, a disheveled figure staggered out from the fissure,
Everyone froze, their eyes instantly fixing on that sorry figure.
It was Kian Sterling.
He was in human form, but his once fluffy white fox tails were all scorched black and fallen, looking like ten burnt sticks, the surface crisscrossed with cracks and burn marks.
His exposed skin, face, neck, and arms were covered in large patches of angry red burns.
Some spots had even split open, raw flesh oozing blood.
He walked with a limp, his right leg so weak it dragged naturally along the ground—clearly broken.
