"Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" More beams of white light appeared. The Elf King, Blood Prince, Insect General, and Lord of the Undead emerged one by one.
Outside the hospital, it became even quieter, almost silent. Few dared to raise their heads and directly face these imposing royals.
They exchanged looks. Clearly, along the way, they hadn't even seen a hint of Olivius' shadow.
...
"Swoosh!" Another beam of white light appeared in the corner of the hospital.
"Cough, cough cough... cough cough cough!" A white-haired teenager drenched in blood staggered out, his body covered with horrific scars. Patting his chest, he remarked with lingering fear, "Wow... I almost died this time. Thankfully, I have an understanding of death, even if turned into a bloody mess, I can still live."
"Bairan?" A blond teenager hurriedly rushed over, concerned, "What happened to you? What happened inside?"
