MeiLan's eyes drifted closed and did not open again. Emilian whimpered like a child and stroked her hair. "No! You can save her!"
Master Long shook his head regretfully, his eyes never leaving MeiLan's face. The proud and beautiful man slumped in defeat. "Her organs are damaged and she's bleeding from the inside. Her wounds are too severe," he explained quietly.
Emilian continued to support MeiLan's head and shoulders on his arm while he scrubbed his free hand angrily over his tear-stained face. His eyes stared out into the woods as his mind desperately scrambled for a possible solution.
He sucked in his breath as he was struck with an idea. "You said this body doesn't have enough power, right? The real Bai Long is still trapped inside the mountain. Does the real Bai Long have the power to heal her?"
"Yes," Long said regretfully, "my consciousness is here, but my power is there."