"Its just physical injuries. Why is it so expensive?" Hillary was drumstruck by the price of healing them all and asked out loud.
Zaja’s current injuries were as a result of pushing his innate mutation too far without honing and training himself properly to do so.
Though severe, it was a hell of a lot better than being blasted to death by the raining projectiles of flas after he killed the Pope.
"Nonsense... with a body like his, his healing factor should be off the charts. If it was just physical injuries, why isn’t he healing?" watching Zaja go pale on Elyria’s lap, Hillary panicked, pouring her Arcane Energy into Zaja’s body to verify the matriarch’s diagnosis.
"This is going to be difficult. Although my body is more durable than the average Arcane Bearing human, I don’t have a healing factor and can only regenerate by drinking breast milk and love juice," Zaja said with a wry smile, his body going numb as his vision blurred.
"Your life is at stake here, can you get serious for a second?!" unable to believe such words, both Elyria and Hillary snapped, making Zaja shrug with a helpless look.
"I am dead serious," Zaja choked on his words, passing out the next mont.
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