Celena's whole body shook without control, drained of all strength, sprawled across the table like a shattered doll. Blood dripped steadily from her fingertips, pooling on the cold surface beneath her.Her wounds, savagely exposed by the relentless saltwater, were a gruesome sight—the edges of her skin turned ghostly white while the centers bled out without pause.Lying there, Celena was a ghastly sight, a figure drenched in her own blood, so still that she might have been mistaken for dead if not for the weak flutter in her chest.However, she could not hold on any longer and slipped into a deep unconsciousness beyond the reach of the soldier's saltwater splashes.The soldier, thinking she had passed, checked her pulse and, finding a faint sign of life, reported to the squad leader, "Captain, I think she's at her limit. She won't wake up, even with the saltwater."The squad leader scowled, pondered for a moment, and then commanded with a chilling voice, "If water won't do the tri
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