All of them stumbled to the ground, and they all heaved from what transpired. Anasthasia gnashed her teeth as she pulled herself up from the cold marble tiles. Her eyes gazed back and forth to see the cluttered place—shelves disoriented, books sprawled all over the floor, and luckily, the artifacts that fell presumed to be in good shape.
She was disturbed by Lucy's desperate cries; she turned sideways only for her heart to shatter once more.
"Freidmirth! Freidmirth!" Lucy cried aloud, "Please! Please don't leave me! You can't die!" Her hands trembled but nudged him without rest.
Her nudges deemed futile as his colossal size cramped up to the ceiling; she was alarmed from the large fresh wound, with gallons of blood flowing out of him.
Lucy sniffed as her voice croaked; she was never aware of how soaked she was from his blood for all that happened.
Anasthasia trudged near them, and her hands reached towards Freidmirth.
'Homeostasis!'
