Slowly but steadily, the energy repaired Ángel Solana's injuries, staunching the flow of blood.
However, the wound still looked grim.
Ernesto hadn't expected Amalia to possess healing abilities.
Her skill was remarkable, able to stop such severe injuries.
While amazed, he also felt a deep admiration for her.
After a moment, Ángel Solana's injuries finally stabilized.
"All right, let's get him out of here," Amalia said as Ángel Solana's breathing evened out.
She ceased her healing, conserving the little spiritual energy she had left.
Ernesto helped Ángel Solana to his feet, and Ángel Solana winced as he clutched his wound, letting out a pained groan.
"Easy now, my wound hasn't fully healed," Ángel Solana said.
"Don't you dare play dead on me. Your wound is nearly scabbed over," Ernesto scolded, delivering a light punch, "You owe your life to Amalia. If you dare go back on your word, we can kill you at any time."
