As Eiro's hand fell lifeless to the ground, Hayne immediately seized it, clutching it firmly in his warm grasp. "Eiro… please," Hayne begged, his breath ragged as he strained to hear Eiro's faint, shallow breathing.
"No!" A boy from the third floor shouted. His bulky frame and low fade haircut complemented his chiseled features. "We can't let Eiro die like Suhei! We've just lost him, and now we're about to lose another. We can't let that happen!" He snarled, his gaze fixed on the girl still sitting amidst the rubble, cradling Suhei's lifeless form.
"Not while Riena is here," he added, his eyes burning with intensity as they pierced the back of Riena, whose heart ached with the loss of Suhei.
"Hayne," called the senior with a bulky frame.
"As you can see, Eiro is not dead. Keep using your ability to slow the injury's progression. We're going to save him," he declared, his voice firm with anger and resolve.