Cyrus was happy with Eve's mindset, and without hesitation, he quickly carried Rita into a princess carry, which somewhat startled Rita, who was in a lot of pain and almost on the verge of collapsing.
"I-I don't want… to die!" She weakly uttered while hazily looking at Cyrus with tearful eyes.
Cyrus sighed as he placed his finger over her forehead and mumbled, "Don't make me regret it!"
"Soul Bliss!" A pinkish light suddenly surfaced over Cyrus's finger before Cyrus's face started to turn paler and wilted.
He had just forcibly used his own vitality to use this soul-type spell which was a true Golden Rank Spell.
"YOU!" Eve's panicked voice sounded in his head. She was alarmed by Cyrus's fleeting vitality.
Rita, on the other hand, felt all that piercing coldness suddenly vanish, leaving her with a warm current.
She suddenly regained her clear vision, but when she saw Cyrus's wilted pale face like a dry leaf, she was horrified.
