"Did it not work?" Liam stepped forward to examine the woman in the box who was still lying peacefully. If not for the marks of blood and battle scars on her partially ripped attire, one would assume that she was simply taking a nap.
Alex's breathing was now steady, and the red in the diagram had significantly reduced, indicating that her condition had stabilized. But Liam could see what was still missing. He knew why the dryad had a frown on her face.
"Lord Liam, her soul is… injured. Her mind also seems to have gone through extreme trauma. The wounds of the body I can heal but the wounds of her mind and soul are something that I cannot change. It is one's fate to bear such injuries." The dryad explained.
"For now, if you release the woman from the box, she should still be able to live. The quality of her life probably would not amount to much."
