Trust Yourself

During a time like this, no one paid attention to Gibran, and even Yalina overlooked the threat Gibran might have posed. When Asa and his companions finally arrived, some tended to their wounded friends, while the others ran next to the barricade, which had been completely destroyed by the Nine Grid Thunder Call. They bent down and pushed away the dirt and the rocks, trying to find something. 

"Cough...." The young man who had been burned was lying on the ground, his desperate voice twisted in pain. His face and body had been burned black and was barely recognizable, while his legs were bent backwards at an awkward angle. His hands were extended toward the sky as if he were trying to hug something. 

"Aibo, are you ok?"

"Aibo…"

The two female deacons desperately cast healing spells. One after another, rings of magic fell onto Aibo, but everyone knew he was past saving. All they could hope for was a miracle. 

"Headmaster!" a female magician cried.