A Dream of Hope (5)

"Blue haired Dude..."

Berkah muttered under his breath, clasping Hawke's semi-cold hand.

He was wrapped around in bandages all over his body, so much so that he almost resembled a mummy.

His lips were dry and cracked, resembling parched earth and his breathing was feint as well as his heart beat.

His complexion was devoid of life, almost as pale as that of a corpse.

[His condition has worsened since the last time I saw him, he barely has any Mana coursing through his body.]

[Had I woken up just a few days later...]

Berkah bit his lips with a pained expression.

[Thank you for hanging on, blue haired dude...]

Berkah placed his palm on Hawke's chest and took a deep breath.

"*Fwooh*..."

He exhaled, and gently poured his Mana into Hawke's Mana Veins.

[Just as little bit...]

[Too much could cause him damage...]

*Uwong!*

Hawke's body shone faintly in a dim blue light.