Caleb knelt on one knee, clutching his stomach with one hand as he noticed a silver rod protruding from the back of the clone he had just killed. The rod was still stained with his blood.
His mind drifted back to the abilities Hakate had demonstrated during their battle.
'I completely forgot he could use that ability,' Caleb thought to himself, wincing at the bleeding hole in his stomach.
"Caleb! Are you alright?" Alice asked, panic evident in her voice.
She had remained by his side throughout the fight, choosing not to intervene as she focused on recovering the energy she had spent healing Naya.
Alice was genuinely surprised by the combat skill Caleb had displayed and the versatility of his ability. She didn't understand how he had acquired two abilities, but it didn't matter to her—he was handling the threat. However, seeing him wounded was concerning.
"Ahhh...ahhh," Caleb groaned, low sounds escaping him as the pain from his injury radiated through his body.
