For a second, Stark froze, unsure of how to react.
Then he immediately sprinted towards the girl and pushed his hand against the wound. It was pointless, considering that there was a hole on the other side of her body, but Stark did not care.
A pool of blood had already formed around her and her skin was lacking colour.
"Chubby! Heal her now!"
A violent green glow exploded on the girl's body as Chubby poured mana into her bleak form, yet it didn't seem to be enough.
'Is she already too far gone?!'
"Stay with me, okay? You'll be fixed up soon!"
He had no reason to care for her, she was only getting in the way of his revenge, and yet… Stark could not imagine abandoning her.
Her eyelids began to slowly drift downwards, and then she attempted to lift her bloodied hand only to fail, her hand drawing a mark of blood on his shirt.
"H-help m…e." The girl managed to say, her voice crackly and low, her body trembling.
