"How's it, Elder Mitsuri..." The voice, gentle yet as cold as ice, resounded through the small ice room where a total of three people could be seen.
The first was a lady, who had her head, neck, and chest wrapped in bandages and slept on the bed. The other was a kneeling older woman, dressed in white clothes with wrinkles revealing the scars of time on her face. Her hands were coated in a green aura, which she lightly pressed on the chest of the slumbering young lady.
The last person was none other than Grand Elder Celestine herself, who had her eyes moving from the lady on the bed to the old woman.
"She'll be fine, Celestine. It will just take around two weeks for her to heal from her physical injury. But you know what I fear the most, don't you..." The older woman said as the green aura surrounding her hands slowly faded away. She rose up on her legs and stared gravely at Grand Elder Celestine.
