Deep within the Main Hall.
A deathly silence hung over everything.
Only the enormous Nen puppet's mechanical creaking broke it.
Doctor Blythe's scissors darted back and forth.
Thick needles and thread pierced Komugi's deathly pale skin.
They forcibly stitched her torn flesh back together.
The procedure was brutally rough.
But the results were remarkably good.
Gon stood five meters away.
His feet were nailed to the floor tiles.
His golden eyes stared fixedly ahead.
His clenched fists shook uncontrollably.
His nails had dug into his palms until they bled.
Droplets of blood trickled between his fingers.
They struck the dusty floor, splashing into tiny red spots.
Killua stood slightly behind Gon, at his side.
Cold sweat soaked his silver hair, ran down his cheeks into his collar, and left his clothes clinging unpleasantly to his back.
The CPU in Killua's brain was practically burning out.
He frantically calculated the distance between them and every possible attack trajectory the catgirl might take if she suddenly lunged.
The gap was too great...
The sheer amount of Nen inside the Chimera Ant crouching on the floor to heal a human girl made his scalp prickle.
That overwhelming superiority was an attack from an entirely different dimension, a gulf he simply couldn't cross.
"Snip."
A crisp sound rang out.
The rusty scissors in Doctor Blythe's hand cut the final Nen suture.
The enormous puppet distorted in midair, dissolved into white smoke, and vanished.
The treatment was complete.
Neferpitou lowered her head, her furry ears twitching twice.
She listened to the steady heartbeat in Komugi's chest and watched the fatal wound in the girl's abdomen close completely.
The catgirl let out a long breath.
Her tense shoulders relaxed.
The battered human girl was out of danger. She had fulfilled the King's command.
Pitou slowly stood