"AHHH," Anton shouted in pain while removing the sickle from his chest. Blood was splashed with the sickle, and he tried to restrict it at the very moment. But the next moment, his face turned ugly as the coldness that was invading through the sickle slowly rose.
"Let me help," Tanya said, and came close to him. With his consent, she froze the spot where the blood was still oozing out and restricted him from feeling most of the pain. She could have restricted all of it, but that was not a sound solution or not a solution at all. Pain was the indicator of something wrong with your body. Without it, you will not understand what is wrong with you.
"At least we won," Anton said with an ugly face. He was just about to call for a Wrik, who was still battling Ben to find something wrong with the masked guy they had just frozen. "Don't tell me—''
