"RAYE!!!"
Jerusha cried out, her hands tightly gripping Raye's motionless body as his breathing grew weaker.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her heartbeat pounding like a war drum in her ears—
Thump- thump- thump—!
Her hands trembled.
Fear.
Worry.
Panic.
"RAYE...!"
They were all crashing down on her at once...
But then—
'No...!'
Jerusha suddenly shook her head violently, forcing herself to calm down.
This wasn't the time to freeze.
This wasn't the time to lose control.
And so, clenching her teeth and opening her mouth—
"[Divine Rejuvenation...!]"
Jerusha exclaimed that, casting a spell.
F W O O O S H—!
A golden glow burst from her hands—
This magic was spirit magic!
A high-rank healing spell that called upon the pure mana energy of spirits to mend the torn body of its target!
And with this—
'Hang in there, Raye...!'
Jerusha started healing Raye's vitality and the big hole in his stomach!
Then, while she was doing that—
FWISH—
