CHAPTER 382
"....."
THUD—!
Ray's body skidded across the marble floor for several metres before finally crashing into a mound of dead Spider corpses.
Felix's teeth ground together immediately.
His muscles tensed, and he was just about to lunge forward when—
A hand slowly rose into the air.
It was Ray's.
A silent command.
Don't.
The werewolf froze in place.
His claws clenched into tight fists, the sharp tips digging into his own palms until blood trickled between his fingers.
Every instinct screamed at him to move.
He couldn't just stand there and watch the one he called his brother fight alone.
...No.
He had to help before it was too late.
'Celestial Healing.'
Images of an unconscious Van flashed through Ray's mind one after another as the gaping hole in his abdomen slowly began knitting itself back together.
The healing was still impressive...
...but noticeably slower than before.
