Lucy's siblings gathered around their mother, their faces pale with panic. Their hands trembled as they tried everything they could to heal her.
They focused all their energy on the wound, but no matter how hard they tried, it was useless.
The wind possessed a special property. It wasn't just destructive—it left behind a force that blocked any attempts at recovery.
Zagan's smirk spread across his face as watched them suffer.
"The next one's going for her head. If you don't move, I'll kill all of you first."
Lucy stood still, her eyes fixed on him. On the surface, she seemed unshaken, but her body betrayed her.
A slight tremor ran through her limbs, and her breath came too quickly.
Still, she raised her arms in a protective gesture, ready to take the hit.
Just when it felt like the air would crack from the tension, the entire hall trembled, but this time, it wasn't Zagan's doing.
