"Mm, don't worry. I know what I'm doing—I'm not someone who gambles with his life. More importantly, help me save her. She has the potential to awaken as a Divine Chosen."
Phield quickly laid Gogris flat on the ground.
Not bringing Rosalia along earlier had been perfectly normal—who in their right mind would take a woman to a nude gathering?
"My healing ability can only be used on myself. You know that."
Rosalia knelt down and glanced at the blood-reeking wound. She licked the corner of her lips. "I thought you brought me a little snack. I was just about to praise you for being considerate."
"What are you even thinking?" Phield tapped her on the head. "Use your blood threads—clear her airway, remove any debris inside her body, then assist her heart in beating. Buy me some time."
"You can assist a heart in beating? Since when?"
Rosalia couldn't understand, but she obediently complied.
