“Uh-oh…”

Alex looked over Hermione Yggdrasil’s condition.

Her injuries were somewhat severe. She had a wound on her chest, one that had been decapitated horizontally, and it looked like her sternum had been severed. The towering female assets adorning her chest looked like they had been paid no mercy, left half-exposed in the open.

Her wounds were too severe and too bizarre.

Hermione, however, was still alive.

At her heart area, there was a white light that leaped around gently and had protected her pulse. Now, this bright light was slowly repairing Hermione’s wound.

“It feels so familiar!” Alex murmured because of the familiar feeling the white light gave him.

It was Xienna’s aura.

“She’s not dead yet, but this life-saving white light is also not enough to save her life,” Neela said. “My lord, do you wish to save her?”

Alex had previously told her that everyone here was out to kill him. So, as Alex’s benefactor and faithful guardian, Neela naturally regarded every single one