[Spirit Seed has been fully nurtured]
Emery's mind went blank for a while when those words materialized in his brain. He remained like this for a moment.
When he started to regain consciousness, the first thing that returned was his sight. Opening his heavy eyelids, he realized it was not only the Abbot's palm that was on his back, but also those of his four friends, who had all followed the Abbot's instructions and placed their palms on his body.
As his vision began to clear, muffled voices spoke around him. His head pounded as they chattered relentlessly.
"He's back…!" Exclaimed a voice on his left, that he eventually recognized as his Roman friend. "This is a good thing, right, Abbot?!"
"We thought we lost you just now!" Another person on his right said enthusiastically. From the sheer volume of the voice, he knew it was Thrax.
