[627] Prajna’s Magic (4) “Boyle!” While everyone else kept their guard up against Shirone, Pandora alone ran over to Boyle. Confirming that he was facedown on the ground, convulsing, she looked back and shouted. “Medical team! I don’t think he’s conscious!” As she rolled Boyle onto his back to secure his airway, a faint sob escaped. “Sniff… hrrrk.” Boyle was...
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