Several hours ago, Lucien had been lying facedown on the bed in his room, groaning even in his sleep. Although he had already received some treatment and sustained no physical injuries, the experience had been unlike anything he had ever endured before.
Even now, the lingering discomfort was enough to leave him utterly miserable. He could hardly imagine what Eleven and the other two A-rank Guides must be feeling.
If even he, someone who had consumed the Might Fruits, was struggling this much, then what about them? They must all be in absolute agony, their entire bodies aching as though they had been torn apart and put back together again. Just imagining their suffering sent a shiver down his spine.
Hah... How terrifying.
And the damn Association had only given them a few days off to recover! After that, Lucien would have to return to his duties.
