C145 The Conjuring

"She's bleeding!" Kalel holds the fallen Amara in his arms, his green eyes blazing with worry, almost unrelentless in their shaking. Her wrists were dripping, as were her ankles, knees. They were all drenched in her own blood! He gently grips the woman's chin and examines her neck.

"This-" he furrows his brows.

"What?! What's wrong with her?!" Atlas shouts