Moriarty offered his shoulder to Ambrose, and they then left the room through another door.
They entered another empty room, and this time around, they were the first ones there.
"I suppose we need to wait now." Moriarty said, and he helped Ambrose sit down.
As Ambrose muttered in annoyance that his injuries would hinder their progress, suddenly a glow of light landed from the ceiling and engulfed him in a warm, healing embrace.
Surprisingly enough, all of his injuries vanished without a trace, leaving Ambrose in awe of the unexpected miracle.
"Whew, thank god…" Ambrose scratched the back of his head with a chuckle, and turned to look at his teammate. "The ultimate defense, huh?"
"Are you curious as well?" Moriarty asked with a smile.
"Yes, but I know it's not something that should be spread willingly." Ambrose said. "Everyone should have their trump cards hidden deep. I am still surprised that you told that guy."
"…"
