A show of despair
"Evangeline... how about you grab this?" Nagasawa asked, smiling while keeping her hand on his skin. His arm had completely melted away, and he could already see his bones, but he could hardly make a sound; the pain was so intense that his throat had locked up, and he stopped emitting any noise.
Evangeline smiled, revealing her pointed teeth, and agreed, picking up a sphere that held a strange power. "Here you go, Lady Naga," Evangeline said, handing the green energy sphere into Nagasawa's hands.
"A sphere made from the healing energy of the World Tree," Nagasawa remarked, smiling.
Alexander wondered why they needed something like this. In a moment like this, a healing sphere seemed like a paradox, a cruel irony. What could heal a body that was about to be torn apart?