Kim Jin-Woo was in no condition to even check the messages appearing before his eyes. He was too busy trying to stay alive from the ungodly pain that was piercing through the back of his hand.

Usually, he wouldn’t even bat an eyelid to pain, but this pain was truly on another level, as he started to break out in cold sweat that drenched his entire body in an instant.

“Master!” Dominique belatedly noticed the pained look on Kim Jin-Woo’s face and let out a chilling scream.

Angela quickly clung onto him as she started panicking. “Priest! Call the Priest! N-no! Y-you can use healing spells too, right!?”

Angela, whose already-pale face looked even paler than a corpse, fumbled as she screamed for a Naga Priest before grabbing onto Dominique and shaking her hard. Thanks to Angela’s interference, the light that had barely begun gathering at Dominique's fingertips flickered away.

“Stay still, damn it!” Dominique’s usual calm and collected voice was gone as her tone grew fiercer.

Angela was startled and backed away, before she collected herself again and clung onto Kim Jin-Woo. “I’ll stay still, so do something!”

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