"Huh?" Leon's countenance slowly turned ashen with despair, and the dragon savored that moment, relishing in the sight of his distress.
"Why should I bother savin' a half-dead mortal?" The dragon scorned Leon, pointing menacingly at the screen.
"An arm severed, a lung ruptured, and the internal organs of the abdomen grievously wounded. Broken ribs, like sharp blades, pierce into the liver, and a fragment of the sternum adheres to the heart. His lone functional arm bears numerous tears in ligaments and muscles, along with multiple fractures in the very bones of the muscles. Though he may possess strong resolve, in the end, he is, without doubt, a mere mortal"
"...," Leon could only stare at Hiro with a grim expression as he listened to the dragon's rambling. Despair slowly seeped into him, witnessing his friend's helpless state, unable to do anything and feeling utterly useless.
