The world spun around him.

‘Your Highness. Is the tunnel… collapsing right now?’

Rick couldn’t get his voice out. Strange. It was just a bite to the shoulder, wasn’t it?

Before he could hear a response, the cold dirt floor touched his cheek. Yet, the dizziness didn’t stop.@@novelbin@@

Yeah, the world must be falling apart. Especially if Tristan was looking at him with that worried expression.

“You idiot…!”

The situation had reversed. Now, it was Tristan trying to drape Rick’s arm over his own shoulder.

Rick wanted to scoff—Don’t push yourself when you’re barely holding yourself together, Your Highness—but the moment his arm was lifted, a searing pain surged through him, forcing him to swallow a scream.

Ah. My collarbone’s broken.

The bitten arm wouldn’t move. No matter how hard he gasped, his lungs wouldn’t expand properly. His ribs must have cracked, stabbing into his lungs.

Tristan attempted to help him up a few more times before eventually setting him down.

“Wait here. I’ll bring someone… Stay awake!”

Only when he saw Tristan limping away in haste did Rick realize—

I really am in critical condition.

Rick lifted his good hand to inspect his wound. His fingers found the jagged gash left by the beast’s fangs.

Ha! This is going to leave a great scar.

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