Reincarnated Into A World Of Elves As The Only Man

Viva raced across the arena, her long silver hair streaming behind her as she pushed past the dispersing crowd. Her eyes were fixed on Eren’s bloodied form as he limped toward the exit corridor.

"Eren!" she called, reaching his side and instinctively offering her shoulder for support. "Let me take you to the healing chambers. Those wounds need immediate attention."

Eren glanced down at her, his expression cold despite the blood trickling from his brow. "I can manage on my own."

"Don’t be stubborn," Viva insisted, her voice softening with concern. "You’ve proven your strength today. Now let someone help you."

As she adjusted her grip on his waist, her loose-fitting tunic slipped precariously off one shoulder. Eren pointedly looked away as she hastily tugged it back into place, a flush spreading across her cheeks.

They’d barely made it halfway down the corridor when footsteps echoed behind them. Naia and Lyra approached swiftly, their faces masks of concern.

"Eren," Naia called, hurrying to his other side. "Those wounds look serious."

Lyra assessed him with a clinical gaze. "We should tend to him immediately."

Viva looked between the sisters, recognizing the determination in their eyes. "I was taking him to the healing chambers—"

"No need," Lyra interrupted, her tone brooking no argument. "We’ll handle this ourselves."

Naia nodded. "Don’t worry about him. We have experience with battlefield healing."