(Morgan Agathias)
Crystal glass shards fell, and the dome covering the room shattered into small fragments. My strength recovered by itself, without the help of Wendy who was currently unconscious. But my eyes couldn't leave the figure of the girl who inhabited my heart, saw his hurt, and protected me many times. I was like a weak man, unable to protect Lyra.
I touched his arm, feeling his pulse still beating, the flow of spirit aura flowing slowly. Some of his spirit aura tissue was damaged and severed, his heart was beating very weakly. Even though I can see from the subconscious and the person moving my body is my twin, I am still the one who controls it. Blood was still flowing from the wound on his severed arm, I kept the piece of his arm that was still intact.
After splinting her wrist, Lyra looked unconscious with a pale face. It's enough for her to continue protecting me, now it's my turn to protect her.