Sakaar and Caesar turned their gazes towards the newcomer— It was Richard.
The young man's hair was still ablaze with thick green flames, and his face bore a wide, almost unsettling grin stretching from ear to ear as if he wanted to flaunt his perfectly aligned teeth. His eyes were wide open, radiating an intense eagerness, clearly ready to offer the help he had promised. However— PsshtPssht —
"...?"
Both Sakaar and Caesar noticed something alarming. The veins and arteries in Richard's shoulder were torn to varying degrees, and they could see, with their naked eyes, his blood seeping out steadily, trickling down like a leaking faucet.
"...Richard, are you okay?" Caesar floated slightly forward, concern evident in his voice.
"Of course I'm okay! Why would you even ask?" Richard laughed loudly, his voice filled with forced enthusiasm. Then, with practiced ease, he reached into his spatial ring and pulled out an object. "Look at this!"
