"Bizarre. Very bizarre..."
The words resounded through a fairly large room where a total of four individuals could be seen.
One of them was peculiar as she lay on the bed, covered in the snowy-white mattress, while beside her sat a lady, both hands covered in a green aura, which she hovered around the sleeping lady's stomach.
But then, the dim glow in her hands soon stopped as she turned her gaze to the two other people remaining in the room.
One was a golden-haired individual sitting calmly on a chair, and the other was a white-haired figure leaning against the wall.
"How is it? Any hope of survival?" Arthur asked aloud.
The healer, an elf, nodded her head.
"Yes, due to her own powerful immune system."
"I can sense that she has been gravely injured, all of her cultivation veins pushed to their maximum limit and under immense strain, with severe injuries all over her body."
