Sybil's body trembled beneath Hanari's hands. Her skin had gone pale. Her breath came in short, rattling gasps — each one more shallow than the last.
Hanari had already tried everything. Pressure on the wound, elevating her head, but nothing was working.
She knelt beside her, gripping Sybil's wrist like it was the last rope dangling over a cliff. "Come on. Just hold on a little longer…"
But her voice cracked.
Sybil's eyes fluttered weakly, her lips parting as if to speak, but no sound came. A wheeze escaped instead, wet and dry at once — like the lungs had started giving up.
Hanari looked around, hoping, praying. Lunara and the others had vanished into the wast Purgatory . She didn't know how long they'd be gone. Seconds felt like hours here. Her hands trembled above Sybil's chest. "No… come on, stay alive. Don't die like this, not now—"
Then as if that wasn't all...
it happened.
