Illya appeared instantly in front of Fyar. The air around them vibrated for a moment before the girl immediately held Fyar's ears, rubbed his cheeks, and cupped his head. Illya's eyes moved quickly, checking every inch of Fyar's face and body. She saw the torn fabric at the abdomen soaked in blue blood, the slash wound on the back of his hand, and the long scratch on his neck.
Illya immediately pressed her palms onto the wounded areas. A dim green light flowed from her fingers, slowly closing the open skin pores.
"How was it, did it go smoothly?" Fyar asked in a low voice.
Illya nodded. She took a long breath, looking relieved after confirming there were no fatal injuries. "It went smoothly, Fyar."
"Thank God."
Illya moved her face forward and gave Fyar a short kiss on the lips. Fyar only tilted his head slightly, letting Illya do it before asking again.
"What level did you reach?"
