Mirror World.
Brulee's face was still pale with shock as she clutched her heaving chest and gasped for breath.
That had been dangerously close.
If she had been even a moment slower, she might not have been able to save Brother Katakuri and bring him into the Mirror World. She might even have been pierced into a human pincushion by the countless shadows.
Fortunately, everything had gone smoothly...
Brulee struggled to calm herself, then carefully opened Katakuri's blood-soaked vest and began examining his injuries.
Across his bloodied chest was a massive wound, its flesh split open and curling back from the blade.
The skin around the wound was covered in freshly spilled blood and blood that had begun to coagulate.
Below the hideous cut, near his abdomen, the flesh was deeply sunken.
Even beneath the blood, dark bruises could be faintly seen.
"Hiss—"
The moment Brulee saw Katakuri's injuries, she couldn't help sucking in a cold breath.
She had been an observer of the battle and had personally witnessed Katakuri take Maud's two attacks.
She had expected Katakuri to be badly hurt, but she had never imagined it would be this severe.
With injuries like these, he could collapse at any moment, let alone continue fighting.
"Brother Katakuri..."
Brulee bit down hard on her lip, her face filled with worry.
This was the first time she had ever seen Brother Katakuri suffer such severe injuries in battle.
"Brulee."
Katakuri, who had been kicked heavily by Maud, slowly recovered and turned his head toward Brulee, who was kneeling beside him.
Then he braced his right hand against the ground and laboriously raised his upper body.
His brow twitched slightly, seemingly because the movement had pulled at his wounds.
"Brother Katakuri, don't move! Let me treat your wounds first!"
Seeing Katakuri sit