The Odyssey cruised steadily above the clouds.
Inside the cabin, Allen watched as Victor was carried in.
Victor lay on the deck, his face as pale as paper. His missing left leg was temporarily bandaged, the wound charred black.
His Alchemy Wizard Robe was tattered and bloodstained. He was unconscious, his breathing faint.
But it didn't matter. A First-level Wizard, even with such grievous injuries, could pull through on their own powerful life force as long as they weren't killed on the spot.
As for the leg... with a Wizard's methods, regenerating it would be all too easy. Even replacing it with a mechanical leg was a common procedure.
Allen took out a Healing Potion from his Space Ring, uncorked it, and poured it into Victor's mouth.
Allen couldn't bring himself to use a better potion.
After all, Victor's unconsciousness was only due to the depletion of his Magic Power and Spiritual Power. These low-grade potions were enough to wake him up and let him recover on his own.
