Meanwhile, in the central medical room at G-10's main base in the New World.
The air was so heavy it almost seemed to drip with moisture. The expensive medical equipment beeped steadily, only making the room feel even more deathly silent.
Tesoro stood to one side, his expression grim, his fingers unconsciously rubbing his ring.
Toritoma bit her lip tightly, her stunning face filled with worry and barely restrained killing intent as she stared fixedly at the bed.
Lipo's petite figure stood at the front, her hands continuously radiating a soft green glow.
It enveloped the figure on the bed. Fine beads of sweat covered her forehead; she had clearly been treating him for a long time.
Enel lay motionless on the hospital bed, his face as pale as paper, his breathing so faint it was barely perceptible.
Thick bandages covered his upper body, and blood still faintly seeped through those around his left shoulder.
Most horrifying of all was the terrible, blackened slash across his chest that had nearly cut through his body, along with the many wounds all over him that refused to heal.
His life flickered like a candle in the wind, as though it might go out at any moment.
Just then-
Bang! The medical room door was shoved open, and heavy footsteps shattered the deathly silence.
Bullet stood silently in the doorway. He had just returned from a bloody hunt, his skin still stained with dust and dark red blood.
The instant he pushed open the door, Bullet's gaze locked onto the dying Enel on the hospital bed.
Those eyes, usually brimming with fighting spirit and wild aggression, were now like the sea before a storm-terrifyingly deep and still.
He said nothing, merely tossing the three enormous bodies he carried onto the floor like dead