Chapter 377

Andrew Smith's eyes snapped open, his body burning as if molten lava coursed through his veins. He could feel every wound mending—shrapnel being pushed from his brain by an invisible force, severed blood vessels reconnecting, shattered tissues regenerating at an impossible speed. But what stunned him most was seeing the source of this healing power.

Luna White stood before him.

Golden energy streams flowed back into her chest like receding tides, condensing into a faint starlight glow. Andrew's pupils constricted—this defied all logic.

At the same moment, Luna clutched her sternum. Her chest burned like a miniature sun. Despite expending massive energy, she felt no exhaustion. Instead, power surged through her fingertips.

"Luna!" Andrew struggled to sit up.

"Don't move!" She pressed him down, swiftly removing acupuncture needles before exhaling in relief.

"The Captain's awake!" A soldier's shout echoed through the cavern.

All eyes turned to them.

"Dr. White!" Lily Collins' voice trembled. "Ethan Lewis isn't breathing!"

Luna sprinted toward the motionless soldier. Andrew followed and froze—Ethan's abdomen was wrapped in blood-soaked bandages, his face ashen, chest utterly still.

Lily performed frantic CPR. Luna checked his pulse—barely detectable.

"Clear the area!" Luna barked. "You're killing him!"

Time was critical. But with so many witnesses, revealing her ability meant...

Andrew's command cut through the chaos: "All personnel evacuate! Dr. Collins tend to other wounded!" His gaze swept the group. "That's an order!"

The soldiers scattered. Lily hesitated. "Dr. White, you—"

"I'll handle this." Luna gripped her needle case, nails biting into her palms. "We have to try."

Andrew positioned himself behind her like an unshakable fortress. Luna drew a sharp breath—self-preservation or all-or-nothing gamble?

A water droplet fell from the cavern ceiling, rippling through the bloodstained puddle.