Rex wiped the traces of blood in the bathroom, cleaned it well, and tidied his clothes before he went to the sink, and wetted his face, with a couple of splashes. He rubbed his face with water and looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He caught a discolor peeking from his unbuttoned royal white tunic.
Pulling down his collar, his frown deepened and decided to open the tunic entirely.
As he did that, a couple of bruises could be seen across his body—three bruises to be exact.
Each one was spherical, the artwork of sothing sharp.
"Huh, those wounds didn't heal properly—leaving behind scars," He muttered lightly.
Naturally, these three spherical scars were caused by the three lances Yulthar threw at him.
It seed even his exceptional regeneration wasn't able to heal them to normal.
Rex wore back his tunic and headed out, Evelyn was waiting for him outside.
Upon stepping outside, his eyes widened when he saw Evelyn sprawled on the ground.
She was unconscious!
"Evelyn!" Rex rushed over in concern, supporting her head with his big hand. He checked her condition—and found that she didn't seem to be in pain or anything, it was as if she was only sleeping. "System, what's wrong with her?"
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