Grace gazed at Lucas, momentarily stunned, as the young wolf extended his arm and offered her his hand.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Grace grasped Lucas' hand and pulled herself up. A sharp pain coursed through her ribs, causing a moan to escape her lips.
Examining the deep wound on her side, Lucas rubbed the back of his head briefly before summoning a vial of light green liquid in his hands.
The liquid gleamed within the vial as Lucas tossed it to Grace.
She caught the small container and looked at it with a dubious expression before turning to face Lucas.
"Is it poison?"
A scowl crossed Lucas' face upon hearing that. With a stiff sigh, he responded:
"Do you think you're valuable enough for me to waste my precious poison on you? Haah, please. It's a healing potion. Use it and get back to fighting."
Across the chaotic battlefield, Lucas pointed towards Nero and Quinn in the distance.
