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I lurch forward and clutch Abby"s hands, but they slip away in a pool of crimson. I frantically press my hands down on her stomach, trying to stave off the relentless flow of blood, but it is too late. I can feel her life force fading from her body.
Desperate, I scan the deck for help—but all I see is chaos and panic as people scramble away from the scene. I know I must act fast, yet I am blocked by Isaac’s security team. No one will move out of the way because, in their mind, saving Abby is not important enough compared to saving themselves.
"There are too many wounded," one guard calls out over the roar of the crowd. "Why should she take priority? The Sons and Daughters of Infinity come first."
"She"s just a child," I plead through tears. "She"s only sixteen—"
"Let her die," a
