Vivian calmly looked at Kafrik, who was screaming his throat off.
His face twisted in pain, his voice echoing through the hall.
Blood covered the ground beneath him, and yet Vivian didn't flinch.
He stood there quietly, his cold eyes fixed on Kafrik's trembling form.
After a moment, seeing that too much blood was spilling out, Vivian sighed softly.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
A red glow appeared as an artifact, Rokto, flew into his hand.
Without any hesitation, he threw it toward Kafrik's wound.
The artifact shone brightly, releasing a faint humming sound.
Slowly, the flow of blood stopped, the red light sealing the wound.
But the pain didn't fade.
That was clear from Kafrik's face, his body still shaking and his mouth opening in silent cries.
Vivian watched him for a while, then quietly said, "That should keep you alive."
His tone was calm, almost bored.
