Nightingale felt her heart unexpectedly flinch when Roland got hit.
The surrounding noise suddenly faded out and she desperately wanted to help him up, but her body was cold and stiff, leaving both of her hands trembling slightly. Other than her internal exclamation, she was not even able to take a step towards him.
She was afraid that Roland would freeze in her arms.
She was also afraid that he would never wake up again.
Simply thinking about it made it hard for Nightingale to breathe.
She had not been this overwhelmed since she recovered her memory.
Anna was still the first to react, rushing over she squatted and covered his entire wound with a mass of Blackfire. It started to smoke under the lightless fire, which was emitting a buzzing sound. Roland's broken arm was charred once the Blackfire dissipated.
The trickling blood had stopped.
