"I'm grateful for your help, bard of Solis—I am Raz Mi'ul Naseer."
Sylvester groaned and asked. "W-What now?"
The giant Emperor Lich raised his right hand and removed the gloves, revealing his skeleton fingers. He initiated some sort of magic as his palm started to shine in green. "Forgive me, but I held back as much as I could. I can not heal your wounds, for the flesh does not concern me. But I can heal your broken bones."
"Thank you." Sylvester silently waited for the treatment. He reckoned that since Emperor Lich was a master of undead and skeletons, so healing bone should not be too hard.
"Argh!" Sylvester grunted as his jaw was healed at first. Magically, it placed itself back in its original place. But Sylvester knew why his jaw was fixed first. It was so he could clench his teeth for the pain that was to greet him soon.
Clack!
Tap!
Tick!
