"Hey, hey."
Ned hurriedly ran over to Katolin, his boots scrape the dry ground. If at first, she was running out of blood, then this time, she ran out of air, and her mana was constantly leaking.
Upon reaching. With all of Ned's strength, what he did first was to try to rip apart the remaining threads wrapping her neck. But to no avail, added with him in a state of surprise, the threads stayed intact over her neck.
Ned then saw the broken Butterfly right beside Katolin's body. Although faint, the broken Butterfly emits green light. But Ned's thought brushed it off and reached for the Butterfly and hurriedly, but precisely, cut the threads.
The thread snapped right after the tip of the broken Butterfly sliced through it.
Shards of crystals under her body, and soil, and rocks. Liquid draining from Ned's body.
