Sam came back to the empty space along with the rest of the players.
Everyone is in a bad shape and every one of them has their weapons on the side. None of them are even in a condition to stand up.
But when they looked at Sam, they couldn't help but shake their head and heave a sigh. Ever since their trials through hell have begun, Sam is being served the worst hand.
Even Dayus who always got the advantage felt that it is too much. Just from the looks of it, they could see that Sam must have gone through more bodies than them and the difference is definitely not a small number.
They all felt weird energy coming to them and their injuries are slowly disappearing.
Sam also felt this pleasant energy healing his wounds. He could feel the small scars on his fingers getting mended and the scars disappeared.
He frowned and said.
"Scars."
Hel looked at him with a frown.
"What?"
"Leave the scars behind."
