Chapter Two Hundred-Twenty-Seven – Burnt Marks
"S-Sigma?"
There was no reply from him.
Zeldris looked at his body, and slowly nodded. Something was definitely wrong with his burnt marks. He stooped low and held Laurel, thinking she was crying.
He'd be confused why, but assume she was softhearted, but she shoved his hand away, standing by herself.
"Dylan, come here! Shouldn't you reconnect his wrist! He's bleeding out!" Laurel yelled out.
Dylan that had spaced out on the door, snapped from his sorrowful thoughts and ran into the room.
He wailed as he hurriedly reconnected the wrist and began wrapping bandages haphazardly around it. "P-Prince Sorren reminded me! Prince Sorren reminded me!!"
"Let me help." Zeldris offered and took the bandages to wrap the wrist. He didn't care to help the Delta, but the Princess seemed to not want him to die.
