92: Open Wounds

Alexa Mrs. Geeny meant business when she said the mirror portal connected to the Southern Star Club. She connected us to the mirror in the men’s changing room. When I stepped out from the purple light, people had gathered around the fight ring area. The staff I recognized, including Jo, helped to apply first aid to the injured. I kneeled down next to Harlow while checking his condition. His right arm was bleeding from the elbow. Nothing remained but the cloth wrapping the wound. “Let me perform a healing ritual on him,” I said, my heart pounding fast. “Are you crazy? No matter how powerful you are, you won’t be able to grow a bloody hand from that!” Julius shouted beside me. “I have to do it!” I shouted back just as loudly amidst the chaos in the room. “And then what? You want to cut off your own hand to exchange it for his? If you’re thinking of performing black magic, I beg you, leave right now.” Mr. Moris snapped at me as he tightened the cloth around Harlow’s arm. “I would even tra