Gently, carefully, I pulled Mira's own arrow out of her shoulder, peeling her off the stone wall and laying her flat on the ground.
I hurried over, picking up her severed forearms from the blood-soaked ice.
And knelt beside her, aligning the severed limbs perfectly with the stumps. I pushed my Administrator privileges to their absolute limit.
The cyan code aggressively stitched the severed veins, muscle, and bone together, temporarily binding the amputation.
I quickly ripped off the bottom half of my coat, tearing the fabric into tight strips, and bound her arms tightly to hold the physical edit in place.
She would need a high-tier healer immediately, but I had just bought her a window to keep her arms.
I slowly stood up, my legs feeling like lead and walked over to the other side, where Garf lay.
I didn't even need the system to tell me. His chest cavity was entirely caved in.
