"Ugh… hngh!"
Lyric groaned sharply with his body tensing as pain tore through his shoulder again.
Even with Arctelle and Irlian working together, their mana could only do so much. The bleeding had stopped and the torn flesh was partially mended but the injury was far too severe to be completely healed.
"Please hold still, my lord," Irlian said carefully, his voice steady but respectful. "The wound has been stabilized. We cannot push the healing further without causing more harm."
Arctelle nodded, keeping his grip gentle yet firm. "We have done what we can for now, my lord. The deeper damage lies beyond our ability."
Then, Lyric let out a harsh breath through clenched teeth.
Lyric let out a harsh breath through clenched teeth, his chest rising and falling too quickly. "That's it?" he snapped. "That's all you can do?"
