Witnessing the sight of Zamira coughing out copious amounts of blood, I swiftly dash towards her, administering a unit of blood from my inventory.
Cough. Cough. Cough.
Zamira coughs vehemently, greedily consuming the blood from the pack.
After consuming two units of blood, she gradually regains her composure.
KPA!
The moment her eyes lock onto mine, she slaps me across the face.
"..."
"Why did you do that?" I ask, my expression brimming with anger as I rise and distance myself from her.
"What have you done to me?!! Where are my clothes?!" Zamira demands, clutching what remains of her attire to cover her chest and lower body.
"Your clothes disintegrated when I launched that attack," I remark, my back turned to her.
"I suppose I won the bet," I add, nonchalantly walking forward, as if intending to leave.
"Wait! Are you going to abandon me here?!" Zamira bellows angrily, teeth clenched.
