"What's going on, why can't the bleeding be stopped? If this continues, Lar will die!"
Beneath the flickering flames on the nearby wall, Raphael's roaring voice echoed and reverberated continuously within the underground palace like the breath of a giant dragon, causing all the healers of various races who heard her words to regretfully lower their heads. In the huge cavern where Raphael lived, in front of the strange carriage, Lar lay on a cloth-covered bed, at death's door and covered in blood.
Her blue scales kept falling off, and hot blood flowed continuously from her flesh that had been shattered by fierce cannon fire, staining the cloths laid below. Her body was covered with herbs, and several loops of precious Healing Magic also sparkled. However, the highest level of Healing Magic they could access didn't exceed Five Ring, and the Human Healing Magic brought from the South Continent wasn't enough, let alone to expect them to have captured any.
