A massive surge of magical energy suddenly erupted from Mordred's Spirit Origin, which had already begun to glow golden, forcing even the Storm King back several steps.
"Uh—what happened?" Percival raised one hand to shield his face, unable to make sense of what was happening.
Fujimaru Ritsuka did not turn around. The enormous gash across Pindo's waist had begun to heal under the effects of Leonardo da Vinci's potion, but Leonardo da Vinci was not Lawrence and could not provide such powerful healing. Fujimaru Ritsuka still had to assist manually to speed up the wound's recovery.
At some point, Fujimaru Ritsuka had produced a needle and thread and was stitching up Pindo.
Aside from his time conquering Singularities, Fujimaru Ritsuka had learned a great deal at Chaldea. He had acquired all kinds of survival skills and methods, and had tempered his body into a powerful state.
He had learned suturing so that, in Lawrence's absence, he could stitch up his own wounds if necessary. Yet now, he was using it on Pindo first.
"If I just stitch this part up..." Fujimaru Ritsuka wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. Thread clenched between his lips, his voice trembled almost imperceptibly.
But on the battlefield behind him, a strange change had already occurred.
There were not many wyverns left in the sky, but all of them reacted at once.
They struggled in terror, roaring as though screaming in agony while launching frenzied attacks.
"What is this!?" Liao Ye was startled by the crazed wyverns and had no choice but to temporarily avoid their assault, letting out a strange cry.
"I don't know, but something's wrong." Carmilla's expression turned grave as well.
Arash narrowed his eyes, looking in Mordred's direction.
Mordred had vanished.
No, it would be more accurate to say