"Are they alright?"
Arsene approached uneasily: "I mean... can they still recover?"
He didn't recognize these blood slaves who had been tortured beyond recognition.
—Or rather, the blood slaves he once knew at the Earl's Mansion, even the youngest should be able to run on the ground by now.
They have become acquaintances of another life now.
But that did not stop him from feeling pity for these blood slaves... and thinking of his former self.
Back in those days, he was one of them. The pain he endured was no less than theirs, yet he made it through by sheer will... he also saw others go mad, or completely abandon their identity as humans.
"Normally..."
But Aiwass shook his head slightly: "All mainstream treatments popular in the Material Realm should be useless to them.
"They're not just simply scared; their personalities have been completely destroyed. They couldn't endure the torture... now, they're probably left with only animal instincts."
"How could this be..."
