Helix stared at the dead body of the Stalkwalker in a state of disarray.
People were cheering and surrounding him.
However, he could not hear or see them.
He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
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"What's going on!?" Elsa yelled as a group of people burst into her tent.
"What happened!?"
The men in the group placed a body on her table.
"It's Tyrene! She's badly injured! You need to save her!" Marie cried in a panicked state.
Tyrene was groaning with her eyes closed.
She was losing a lot of blood from her arm.
It was shattered and distorted beyond salvaging, and blood spurted out in waves.
"Her ribs are severely broken!" Elsa yelled out.
"Fido, contact the best surgeon in the area!
Tell them that he'll be operating on a person under the official directive of General Lackbolt!"
The young man's eyes trembled in fear.
"This isn't the time to worry about trivialities!" Elsa roared.
"Take this, don't ask questions, and go!"
