After Veronica sheathed her sword, she slowly turned her head, casting a sorrowful gaze towards the lifeless body of her friend, Selena. Her voice quivered with a mix of determination and grief as she whispered, "Selena... Trust me, I'll return in just a few minutes and bring your body back."
Overwhelmed by a wave of heartache, Veronica summoned the strength of a seasoned third-class swordsman, her muscles flexing as she effortlessly hoisted Desmond's body onto her shoulder. The weight pressed against her, and she felt a jolt of discomfort as the lower part of his stomach collided with a solid object, prompting a pained groan to escape Desmond's lips. His eyes, filled with helplessness, locked onto Veronica, who seemed too focused to notice the accidental contact his injured hand made with her ample breast.