"No... No... Rafael..."
Fisher, whose entire body was still undergoing constant distortion, looked at Rafael with Dragon Horns gradually dissipating and blood beginning to turn blue, and the fear of losing her surged in his heart again, making the chaos within him, not yet fully assimilated, increasingly restless.
He stretched out his hand helplessly, wanting to prevent the soul flames from burning Rafael's soul, but upon extending his hand, it was still full of the terrifying black mud, making him hesitate to move forward, fearing to make things worse.
"Fisher, focus on yourself, I'll help her."
But at this moment, a sacred figure dressed in white robes and bare-footed suddenly spoke softly beside him, calming the chaotic Fisher instantly. He turned his head, and through the black mud still flowing on his face, he saw Helair's somewhat complex expression.
"Helair, you... ugh!!"
