Still couldn't do it...
The intense pain wracking every part of her body left Lorraine feeling her consciousness scatter, darkness washing over her vision in waves. Even her eyelids felt unbearably heavy; every time they closed and opened, it was as though it took all her strength.
Her chest seemed to be leaking air. Each breath came with a wet, hollow sound, while the distinctive metallic stench of blood filled her nostrils and mouth.
She did not know how severe her injuries were, nor did she have the energy to carefully feel where the pain was coming from.
Her consciousness was gradually sinking along with her rapidly fading Life Force.
Lorraine had spent many years adventuring. It was not as if she had never brushed close to death before.
She could smell that increasingly profound and obscure aura of death in the air. She could feel the shadow cast over her face as the Grim Reaper slowly lowered his scythe.
Yet every time before, whenever she had fallen into desperate straits, she had always found a glimmer of hope to turn things around.
Whether through her companions' timely support or because the enemy was likewise severely wounded and near death... she had ultimately survived.
But now, where was that hope?
Lorraine could not see it.
Aken had taken a direct blow to the chest from the Shark Beast. Though the special path of a Barbarian kept him from dying on the spot, he was only barely clinging to life. Forget standing up to fight again—even how long he could maintain that state was uncertain;
Sasha looked even more badly wounded than Aken from the outside. His arm was broken, his leg bones dislocated. Even if he woke from unconsciousness now, he would likely struggle just to stand, much less continue