"Uncle…" The cobra weakly got up after a couple of minutes had passed, watching the figure of Grisha using her wand to heal it continuously.
And burning beside it were small bonfires that Compass Carburettor had made to ensure its body temperature didn't fall. But, the moment it gazed at them, it shuddered, "Why is everything so big?"
"It's you that has become so small." He sighed, gently picking it up, "How are you feeling now?"
"Terrible," The cobra said, "I can't even move my body properly. And everything feels painful for some reason."
"But," It suddenly spoke with a strange tone, "I am no longer able to feel my previous abilities. It's like they have been erased completely."
"At least, you're fine now." Compass Carburettor sighed in relief, seeing that whatever changes in the cobra had ended, patting its head, "Let's just consider it a lesson for you to not eat everything you come across."
