Mo Xixi's fingertips shimmered faint red. She pressed both hands over the boy's chest, just above his core meridians.
A crimson pattern spread out from her palms, veins lighting up.
Ashen Blood Sealing Art.
"Crimson Pulse."
A rare curse technique passed down from the Ashen Curse Cult. Not one meant for harming others. It was created for saving lives.
The blood flowing from the boy's wounds slowed. Then stilled. The rise and fall of his chest grew steadier, as if his body had frozen mid-breath to protect itself.
Little Xixi bit her lip, face unusually pale, and extended her other hand to the girl's side.
The air grew heavier.
Tiny, ash-colored threads began unraveling from her fingers. They glowed faintly red, and sank beneath the girl's skin.
The threads burrowed deep, stitching not only flesh but winding through bones, wrapping torn muscle, and sealing ruptured vessels.
Ashen Thread Binding Art.
"Bonebind Sutures."
