Pyre goes next to Cursuv,
"What should we do about Drake? I have no idea how to treat a wound as bad as he has."
Pyre suddenly stops.
"Krrynt, I think we're enough far away from the factory. Let's stop here, Drake needs help right now! Put him down gently and I'll see what I can do. Cursuv, I'm gonna need your help here."
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