Lili's eyes were half-open. Her strength was waning and her shoulder wouldn't stop bleeding.

Trif panicked everywhere and he was even sobbing. He decided to rip through his clothes and wrap them around her shoulder.

"STAY IN THERE, LILI!"

Phize stood there idly.

"I've never seen Trif cry this much," he thought.

"D-Don't worry, guys… I-I can heal… I've got some special blood in me…" she reassured.

She glanced at her shoulder.

"Huh? Wh-Why isn't it healing? I-It should have recovered by now."

"No need to speak any further, Lili," Trif told her.

"Now look what you made me do," Spellmaster spoke.

Trif glanced at him with wide, open, and furious eyes.

"This is all because you wouldn't listen to my demands," Spellmaster explained, "Because of your foolishness… I, injured your frie-"

Trif interfered, "Shut up, you sick maniac."

Spellmaster simply raised his left eyebrow.

"Wanna continue?" he asked.

Phize put his right hand on his face in disappointment.

"I was a fool. I should've connected m