Saint Riyal Mendez's mansion.
The strange assault from earlier by two layer limit experts had left Saint Riyal Mendez in a miserable state.
His entire body was wrapped in layer upon layer of medicinal bandages, resembling a white cocoon resting upon an expensive wooden bed.
Only his eyes and lips remained exposed. The healing salves spread across his wounds released a pungent herbal scent throughout the room, but even the finest medicines could not immediately erase the agony he suffered.
Every so often, a pained groan escaped his lips.
"Aaa… hss…"
Saint Riyal Mendez's brows twitched violently beneath the bandages. His injuries were not life-threatening, but they had certainly left him in a half-crippled state where even the smallest circulation of his energy made him feel like his meridians were burning up. A lot of bones were also broken.
It was not only painful but also humiliating.
