Three months was a very short time to heal the wounds the Sovereigns had received. After all, the damage went far deeper than flesh. Every attack from the Dream of Madness carried the Empyrean's corrupting energy, a force that struck directly at their souls.
However, the heart of the Third Layer of Hell was filled with treasures and cultivation grounds of extraordinary power—places the Lords of Hell had nurtured and developed for millions of years.
The Sovereigns drained them all without restraint. Thus, when they gathered again, their auras shone with radiance, their souls were firm as stars, and their hearts beat with overwhelming vitality.
Even Merlin, who had suffered the worst injuries of the group, now pulsed with power. Some lingering damage remained and would take time to fully heal, but he could already wield the full might of his cultivation. As long as he avoided another serious injury in the coming years, he would recover completely.
