All eyes were fixed on the spot where Timothy had fallen.
Everyone held their breath, clinging to a flicker of hope, whether by mistake, chance, or sheer luck that he might still be alive.
Up above, Helen remained embedded in the wall her only lifeline.
Moving even an inch could be fatal unless she regained enough strength to activate her Flaming Mode and either descend or launch another attack.
Miebaka whipped around to face Prisca, his voice sharp with urgency.
"Instead of asking if he's dead, try healing him! Damn it, I'll hold the spider off if it gets close."
Nonso, seated amidst the rubble, was about to rise and help, but Miebaka shot him a cold, commanding glare.
"You sit still," he said flatly.
Sword in hand, Miebaka glanced toward where the spider had been, but it was no longer in sight.
He scanned the area carefully.
Nothing.
Which meant only one thing, it had moved to the opposite side of the massive tree.
He called Helen's name, drawing her attention.
