The battle against Isaac Crawford had ended.
Adam knelt on the ground, his gaze fixed on the unconscious form of Luna-Evelyn sprawled beside him. His hands worked deftly, holding a syringe he had just retrieved from his kit. He examined it briefly before carefully pressing the needle against a precise spot on her upper arm.
"A–Adam!" Ophelia quickly spoke up. "Stephen needs help too! I did what I could, but—"
"Bring him over and lay him here," Adam interrupted calmly, his focus unbroken as he injected Luna-Evelyn with the contents of the syringe.
A faint groan escaped her lips, and her brow furrowed momentarily before her features softened again, settling into a more peaceful expression.
"Yes!" Ophelia responded quickly, rushing to bring Stephen over. She gently laid him on the opposite side of Luna-Evelyn, then turned her attention back to Adam.
