Theo's eyes were wide open. And that alone was sufficient to make everyone freeze.
No one needed to refresh their memory to recall what happened the last time they saw his eyes. Thankfully, though, his eyes were now back to normal, free from the burden of the divine flames.
Gulp.
Swallowing her spit was the best Nay could do. She dared not to move a muscle, scared of setting some sort of trigger off and putting her master back in combat mode.
Still, as terrified as Nay was of the powers Theo exhibited a mere few hours prior… Her curiosity triumphed over her wariness, pushing her to take a step forward. And then another.
Before long, both Nay and the kid broke past their fears and approached the incomplete tomb of dry sands they constructed to keep Theo's body surrounded with mana-rich material.
Advice came from the people whom Theo, after regaining the bare minimum of his consciousness, fought with all of himself on the line.
