Dahlia cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted toward the battlefield.
"HEY! You two! Do you need some help or what?!"
Clara staggered back after barely blocking another heavy strike.
She wiped blood from her mouth and shot Dahlia a glare.
"No need!" she yelled back. "I can handle this!"
On the other side, Eliza slid across the ground, boots digging deep lines into the dirt as she stopped herself.
She straightened slowly and shook her head.
"…We can handle this."
Clara laughed hoarsely, even as her legs trembled.
"Yeah. After we awaken, these beasts will be easy. Easy peasy."
Dahlia raised an eyebrow. "That confident, huh?"
She didn't move closer. Instead, she reached into her storage ring.
"Good," she said. "But I wasn't talking about helping with my power."
Both Clara and Eliza frowned at the same time.
Dahlia pulled out two familiar red bottles and held them up.
"These."
The moment they saw the liquid inside, both of them stiffened.
