Because of Adrian's involvement, Allen had been pushed out of two major arcs—events that should've helped him unlock his strength and grow from it.
With or without his armament, he should've been strong enough to stand his ground against a few enemies. But the change in events had cost him dearly.
Now, he was lying in a pool of his own blood, fading fast.
"Professor?" Elana's voice broke through the silence, tight with worry as she looked at the wounded boy.
A small crowd gathered. Then, pushing through them with urgency, came the silver-haired headmistress. Her face was drawn with a deep frown.
"Adrian... can you do something about this?" Ariana asked, her eyes locked on the brutal wound.
Adrian stepped forward without a word. He drew his revolver and loaded a glowing, golden-green bullet into the chamber.
There were a few gasps when he pointed it at Allen, but Adrian didn't waver.
Dhahank.
