"What is this…?"

Uijae carefully placed his hand over the wound. Despite the horrific injury, there was no blood. Was this the same kind of wound as the spear that had pierced Sa-young's back? Nam Woojin, who had been watching, frowned.

“Well... the situation is urgent, so let's try an emergency treatment.”

He extended his hand over Sa-young's wound. A soft, white light emanated from Nam Woojin's hand, flowing gently toward Sa-young's chest. After a few moments, the pallor in Sa-young's face seemed to fade slightly, though his naturally pale complexion made it difficult to tell.

"...Phew."

Nam Woojin let …