Hearing the news of temporary safety, Deep, backed against the wall, slumped down, painfully half-kneeling on the ground.
His body, wrapped in fish skin, began to bleed again, having managed to drag his injured self until now was already difficult enough.
"Are you okay?" Charles had just about to rush over when the ship doctor beat him to it, quickly assessing Deep's condition before pulling out a potion and pouring half of it into his mouth, and then the other half into Plank's mouth.
"He won't die for now." Linda's hands didn't stop, anxiously treating all the injured crew.
Charles, looking at the crew covered with injuries, felt a growing sense of urgency in his heart. The ordeal wasn't over, once the Special Task Force outside realized no one was in the gap, they would definitely come back to search—there had to be a way to escape from this damned place.
"Audric, turn into a bat and go on sentinel duty. Alert us immediately if those guys get close."
