Chapter 162
"Ethan, we have to help!" Luna's voice was urgent. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. The gruesome car crash before her was impossible to ignore.
She wasn't heartless.
Even after being broken beyond repair in her past life, she was still the same Luna who couldn't bear to see innocents suffer. Exposing her supernatural ability? So what. Compared to human lives, that risk meant nothing.
Luna understood her ability's potential better than anyone. Her current healing power was far from its peak in her previous life. She remembered how exhausting it had been when she first awakened it—every use drained her completely.
The side effects had been excruciating.
But with each life she saved, her ability grew stronger. Eventually, healing hundreds in a single day became effortless. Too bad by then, she'd already been enslaved by energy suppressants, stripped of her free will.
Crash!
Ethan wrapped his jacket around his fist and shattered the driver's side window. Shards of glass sprayed everywhere as he reached in to pull the driver out.
"Leave me!" The driver gripped Ethan's wrist with bone-white knuckles. "The... the official... in the back... save him... you must save him—" With a desperate shove, he pushed Ethan away, his eyes resolute.
Ethan gritted his teeth and turned to the backseat.
The situation was dire. A steel pipe had impaled the official's chest, pinning him to the seat. Pulling it out carelessly would be fatal. But the ambulance hadn't arrived yet...
"Help the others first," the official rasped, each word a struggle. His silver-streaked temples were damp with sweat, yet he remained composed.
Luna scanned the scene. Injured people littered the platform, their moans filling the air. Her silver needles trembled between her fingers.
If she turned away now, how was she any better than those monsters from her past?
"Ethan, open it!" she ordered sharply.
Understanding instantly, Ethan's veins bulged as he wrenched the mangled car door clean off its hinges. The screech of twisting metal made the official's eyes widen in shock.
"Hold still," Ethan said, moving to the rear of the car to grip the steel pipe.
Luna nodded.
Schlick—
Blood gushed as the pipe was yanked free. The official groaned once before losing consciousness.
"You reckless fools! You'll kill him!" A nearby officer frantically pressed his coat against the wound.
Luna shoved him aside. "Move!" Her needles flashed, striking precise pressure points.
Her ability surged through the needles. The bleeding slowed, and the official's eyelids fluttered.
"You—" The officer gaped.
"Quiet!" Beads of sweat formed on Luna's brow. This time, she controlled it perfectly—stopping the bleeding without fully healing him. Saving a life without revealing her true power.
Her recent frequent use of her ability had honed this delicate balance. In the past, she'd either healed too completely or lost control entirely.
"The bleeding stopped?" Ethan rushed back after a quick assessment. "Come on, others need us."
Luna turned to the officer. "You're hemorrhaging internally. You need a needle."
"I'm fine." He stubbornly shook his head, oblivious to the blood trickling from his lips.
Luna said nothing more. She'd done her part—life and death were beyond her control now.
Working together, she and Ethan dragged the driver through the shattered window. His face was a mask of blood, his chest caved in.
"Internal injuries." Luna's needles flew. "Lay him flat!"
The siblings moved in perfect sync—Luna directing, Ethan executing. Every glance, every motion was a race against death itself.