Antinoya, with her superior strength, steadied herself and, relying on her iron will, gritted her teeth and endured. Instinctively, she reached out her hands to catch the petite body of Miyali as she collapsed.
At the same time, she activated a greenish ring on her hand, and a pale green magic glow enveloped the two of them, rapidly healing their physical injuries.
But when the healing was over, although Miyali's physical wounds had healed, her eyes remained tightly shut, and she was still unconscious.
"Miyali!~"
Antinoya anxiously looked at the small girl slumped in her arms, her tender voice already tinged with a hint of sobbing.
Then, her gaze shifted to the middle-aged High Elf dressed as a traveler who had also reached the balcony, and at this moment was frowning at the sky.
"Respected sir, could I ask for your help to heal Miyali?"
