The truck skidded into the city plaza, tires screeching against the stone as it came to a halt in a cloud of dust.
"Healer! We need a healer!" Soren leaped from the driver's seat, his voice cracking with desperation.
In the back, Nami and Rea were pale, their clothes soaked in blood as they looked at the onlookers with pleading eyes.
A few hunters who had been resting nearby immediately stepped forward, drawn by the commotion. One of them, a man with a wooden staff, knelt by the edge of the truck and looked at Moro's side. His face fell almost instantly.
"This is too deep," the hunter muttered, his hand trembling as he pulled back. "The internal damage is already spreading. My healing ability isn't strong enough for this."
"I can't do it either," another hunter added, shaking his head. "They've lost too much blood. If they don't get treatment from a high circle healer soon, they won't last much longer. Five minutes. At most."
The whispers started to spread through the crowd.
