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... e lend Amael a hand!" Victor called out as he confronted Manuel.
No, assistance wasn't something I sought.
"I'll handle it..." Celeste hurried towards me, kneeling with urgency. She extracted vials and began tending to my wounds.
Her head hung low, yet the tremors coursing through her were palpable. Even her healing touch betrayed an unsteady rhythm, and her breaths came in ragged waves.
"How have you been, dear Celes?" Manuel's voice rang out amidst the clash of ...
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