Divine energy began to spread throughout my body, coursing through the blood vessels of my heart.
The organs that had strayed from their original places returned, healing the damaged areas.
The broken bones reattached, regaining their forr solidity.
The torn and bruised muscles regained their shape, binding together strongly.
Of course, there are downsides to recovering so rapidly.
Because things that should naturally occur are forced to happen, my brain fills with pain.
Perhaps unable to endure the suffering, my consciousness flickered in and out, but by the ti it returned, my body had already regained its integrity.
Along with it, the various unpleasant sensations that had been forgotten during my engulfnt in fear returned as well.
Even with my eyelids closed, I had to face the corpse. Isn’t this a bit too much?
Exhaling deeply, I opened my eyes and disregarded the face of the corpse, instead observing my own body.
Thanks to my unwavering grip even while being beaten, Ankir remained by my side.
It seed Luel's mace had flown sowhere, but that was alright.
As long as the mace is my possession, it must respond to my call.
Not long after I opened my right hand, my grandfather's voice reached my ear.
A voice slightly hoarse with moisture.
He must have been calling my na frantically after I lost the mace.
Grandpa, were you that worried about ?
‘Grandfather.’
As soon as I replied, my grandfather began to fuss.
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