"Stygian, you saved Daria— Can you save every one of them as well?" Arleen asked with furrowed brows while her eyes were locked on the sight in front of them, knowing it was only a matter of time before they were facing hordes of the corrupted.
Even worse was that those who were getting attacked were feeling agitated by being separated from the corrupted they actually wished to save and would likely soon stop holding back against the ones they were currently locked in combat with. The longer they used non-lethal force with the weakening effect of the Abyss affecting them, the sooner they were bound to meet their ends.
As Arleen was speaking, Daria retrieved a mending pill from her Spatial ring. Although she had been acting normal so far, the previous use of Eldritch energy with her Arcane Spear had unleashed a backlash that injured her internal organs and she needed to correct the issue before it got worse.
