On the side of Azaria and Karma.
"This…Azaria! You are here!" Karma shouted happily, taking advantage of their momentary surprise. She slipped through the formation and dashed towards Azaria.
"Hmph! Now, let's see who is the prey here! You Bulb bastards!"
Karma snorted, Azaria shook her head, and raised her hand. It slowly began to glow white. With a thought, she pressed it against Karma's body.
The wounds on Karma's body instantly froze; they began to close slowly. More accurately, they were covered in a layer of frost, which prevented further bleeding.
"Thanks! Karma feels better now!" Karma squeaked, even jumping around to prove it. Her body was unnatural; it was already starting to heal.
"Who are you?"
Just as Azaria was about to reply, an arrogant voice echoed throughout the field. Azaria turned her head, glancing at the cultivator. He was a tall and hulking man.
He had blue hair and an arrogant expression on his face.
