Klein Goldcrest observed his reflection in the mirror while a medical auxiliary applied the final treatment to the burn marks that still persisted on his arms.
Liora's darkened flames had left scars that were taking time to completely disappear, but his general condition was remarkable considering the intensity of the combat he had faced.
Kassian's words resonated in his mind like an inescapable mantra, each syllable etched into his consciousness.
"At least your image won't be completely ruined," his brother had told him during his visit to the infirmary, his tone mixing contempt with a hint of reluctant approval. "Your strategy against the Ashenway and the Dravenholm was decent this time. I suppose father would be... less disappointed than usual."
Coming from Kassian, that almost qualified as praise.
