Hearing that, a dark glint flickered in Marcell's eyes. Aria had just turned around with Darnell in her arms. Seizing the moment, Marcell crouched, drew a knife, and lunged at her.But before the blade could reach her, Aria stepped aside as if she had anticipated the attack, and his strike missed its mark."Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Aria asked coldly. "Don't worry. You'll get your wish. Once I heal Darnell's tendons, he'll deal with you himself."At those words, hope flickered in Darnell's vacant eyes. What she said was the best thing he had ever heard. "Aria, did you just say you can heal my tendons?"Aria nodded lightly. "No one could've saved you if we'd been an hour later. Luckily, we made it just in time."When she crouched earlier, she had briefly checked on him. His pulse was weak, and his life was hanging by a thread. He was in critical condition in every sense of the word.To make matters worse, the basement was dark and damp, which had worsened his wounds.
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